Woppit

Wandering in a dream one night
I met a little man
“Fred Woppit at your service
Come catch me if you can”

I followed him down by-ways
Through towns and busy highways
A joyful dance, he led me
Through the dreamscapes of my mind

He showed me all the signposts
And the messages they carried
He taught me how to read them
And how the meanings married

A colourful, new language
That could be red – and read
Never a single meaning
When two could do instead

Drawing shades together
Never just black or white
Seeing all the different hues
Lighting up the (k)night

The (k)night and his fair lady
The silvery face of moon
Swiftly sped across the sky
And I awoke – too soon

Too soon to ask the question
Would I ever again find
Such a meaningful encounter
With he who helped me read my mind? 

                                             Carole Watters

 

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Mr Woppit

Good morning, Mr Woppit
I really wish you’d stop it
Today I feel quite grumpy
All out of sorts and lumpy

Oh really, Mr Woppit
Could you kindly drop it
Stop those smiles and winks
Life’s more serious than you think!

Stop giggling, Mr Woppit
Go away, skedaddle – hop it
How can I remain so sad
Now I’m feeling slightly glad?

All right! I give in, Mr Woppit
Here’s a smile and I can’t stop it
I think we should take a walk
Maybe sing and laugh and talk

Phew! It’s such a good morning, Mr Woppit
If I had a problem I’ve forgot it
Now all I’d like to say
Is I’d like to see you every day!

                            Ellen Marshall