We’re lucky enough each to have our own methods of attaching to the internet here at Chez 6000, but that doesn’t mean that we don’t stray into each other’s territory every now and again.
I guess that’s what must have happened today, because I came back to my laptop this morning to find someone had been using it to write stuff. Both of the kids denied it was them, which isn’t great because it clearly was one or other of them (I guess they’re just a bit embarrassed because it’s “uncool”), but creativity – especially during the school holidays – is always to be applauded.
Anyway, one of them has written a poem called The Biscuit Man Is Gone – I’m not quite sure what it’s about, but I’m going to share it here anyway.
The Biscuit Man Is Gone
The Biscuit Man Is Gone.
I went to where He was, but found the
I cried for Him, but there was
I searched all of the rooms, but He is
The Biscuit Man Is Gone, and I am
Interesting cadence, and an almost religious slant to it.
Presumably ‘The Biscuit Man’ is any given deity and the writer is struggling to keep faith in the absence of evidence, answers or support.
Wow. That’s quite deep. My kids are only 12 and 10. I’m impressed.
Right. Anyway. I must get going: lots to do today, starting with getting all this dog hair off my desk chair. Weird.