Some writers hate talking about their book. But not me! I love it. Having sat on my story for 50 years, then slogged it out for over 10 years writing it, I’m absolutely busting to share my story.
Last Monday I spoke at the Miranda Probus at the Sylvania Bowling Club. Rather than battle the peak hour traffic we decided to spend the night at Cronulla. My last visit there was quite some time ago – I was 14 on a sleepover at the Catlow sisters. They were Americans and way ahead of the rest of us – they both knew how to dress and wear makeup. What’s more they were ahead of us in life experience – both having actually kissed a boy. Needless to say we all hung on every word over that weekend.
The members of Miranda Probus were a very receptive audience. Although my speech was an hour long, no-one went to sleep. And contrary to general public opinion, that poetry is old hat, they all loved my poem:-
An Unexpected Visitor
We had a most unexpected visit In the middle of the night Something scrabbling and scraping It seemed with all its might
A possum had taken a wrong step Down the chimney on our roof And made a grand entrance in the fireplace In a manner most uncouth
He then led us a merry race Running up and down the room With Markus in hot pursuit With the big old garden broom
It was certainly amazing how quickly That possum managed to flee But he must have know who was after him Because it was on Markus’s side of the bed he stopped to wee
Eventually he was cornered Markus threw a towel on top The possum must have been exhausted Because all he did was flop
Markus then carried him outside Where he promptly raced up the nearest tree I bet he’ll be more careful next time He’s anywhere near a chimney
