I’d planned to do some writing with my friend’s daughters Reneé and Chloé today. When the morning came, neither Chloé or I were really in the mood.  To make things worse, when we tried talking about this we were thwarted by a dodgy Zoom connection.

I know the girls love their copy of Michael Rosen’s poetry collection ‘Bannanas in My Ears’.  So, we attempted to watch Don’t on his Youtube channel but juggling everything was becoming nightmarish and I sent a link to Chocolate Cake by mistake, along with an invitation to a new Zoom meeting.

When we reconnected, the girls were laughing at Michael’s performance of Chocolate Cake, which inspired Chloé to write about the most amazing food she could think of: jam doughnuts!  I’m not keen, so suggested she might want to convince me to give them another go; you’ll see how this impacted on my writing. Reneé was eager to write her own version of  Don’t and was giggling away and testing lines aloud throughout the session.

As for me, well I still didn’t want to do anything.  So this is what I wrote in the session:

 

Here’s my second draft:

I Don’t Want To Eat Jam Doughnuts!

I don’t want to brush my hair,

It’s grown all knotty and I don’t care!

I don’t want to go outside,

I want to soak in my bath and hide.

I don’t want to eat doughnuts full of jam.

No way!  They’re disgusting!

 

I don’t want to talk to anyone,

Even if they’re lots of fun.

I don’t want to drink my tea,

Before I know it, I’ll need to pee.

I don’t want to eat doughnuts full of jam.

No way!  They’re disgusting!

 

I don’t want to go for a walk,

There are people out there who may want to talk.

I don’t want to tidy my room,

I’ll hide the mess from my friends on Zoom.

I don’t want to eat doughnuts full of jam.

No way!  They’re disgusting!

 

I don’t want to write my story, hang on!

I’ve just written a poem instead.

Nice one!

 

I wonder if I had the same kinds of thoughts back in the early 1980s, when (memory does serve me correctly) our home decor was predominately brown and orange?