Lola does not paint very often, she is not that artistic, but just occasionally she makes her mark for a good cause. She is a passionate believer in libraries and books and reading – as you can see from her poster.
Thank you to Sarah Ziman for the today’s poem – I think you will see the connection to the above subject, once you have read it!
My face is shaped like a potato,
I’ve got rather odd coloured skin –
one eye is up high on my forehead,
and the other is nearer my chin.
My cabbage leaf ears are enormous,
my earrings could be nuts and bolts,
for my hair just imagine a hedgehog –
who’s somehow received ninety volts.
My cheeks are as red as two cherries,
my teeth are a giant white bridge,
but you can tell from my grin that I’m happy –
and I’m proud to be stuck to the fridge!
© Sarah Ziman
This is me and my daughter walking Lola when she was very small, in Wells, Somerset. There was something very cute about Lola when she was a puppy, so eager to get out and explore everything she had to be a step in front of her ability to take everything in. She caused several traffic jams in the village with people hanging out of their car windows to see and ask what sort of dog she was – she was 10 years old in December last year, and there weren’t so many Australian labradoodles around 10 years ago, and certainly very few cockerpoos, which nowadays many people presume she is.
So today’s poem about a traffic jam is by Sarah Ziman – thank you, Sarah!
Cars of silver, red, and blue
Motorbikes and buses too
Put them in your biggest pan
Stir them with a caravan
Measure sugar – half a cup
Next a lorry, broken up
Petrol, or perhaps some oil
Carefully begin to boil
Simmer for an hour at most –
Traffic jam to spread on toast!
© Sarah Ziman
Why did the skeleton cross the road?
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