Anon. is a funny word, isn’t it? It stands for anonymous, which is the word used to represent a person who doesn’t want their identity known, or for someone whose identity is not known. There are probably more poems by Anon. than by anyone else, but they are not all the same person of course – sometimes the poem has been handed down and repeated and repeated and maybe changed, until no-one knowns who wrote it in the first place. Tomorrow we have a poem by Anon. Today, there is a poem by me which mentions the word.
In the picture today, Lola is trying to be anonymous by being camouflaged on her blanket.
We Have a Mouse
We think we have a mouse – for it
ate mum’s jam sponge cake bit by bit,
we know he’s been here when he comes
by missing cake and piles of crumbs
but never see him round the house
we think he is anony- mouse!
© Liz Brownlee
What squeaks, has 12 legs, three noses and three tails but can’t see?
!ǝɔᴉɯ puᴉʅq ǝǝɹɥꓕ
Poetry Roundabout 
Lovely.
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Thank you,Roger! x
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I entirely agree about sand, Liz. Horrible unnecessary stuff to sit on, though nice to look at. That said, it does have the edge on pebbles. If I go to the beach, I like to spend my time fishing things out of rock pools instead.
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Yes, me too! Or collecting shells… I can’t see the joy in just lying on a beach, though I did get through a fair few books when the children were little!
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