The Tale of Persian Jim – Ink and Watercolour Pencils
Persian Jim was invented by my eldest son, John, in 1987 when he was nine years old. PJ could be described as a very unkempt, meddling, moralising moggie who spent his time putting the world to rights instead of grooming himself. We used to sit and write wee bits of poetry describing his adventures, the epic being The Tale of Persian Jim. In it, PJ considers that humans should stop discarding and wasting so much food perhaps eating “less” food instead. John came up with this unintended and humorous last line in one of the verses. We still tease him about this. PS He says that I don’t have the nerve to post this. O Ye of little faith!
bjornik 9:35 pm on January 12, 2009 | #
I used to draw my pets wen I was a kid but sadly my dad didn’t have the time to listen to my stories. All he wanted was to play and beat me in chess.:)
roseindigo 10:44 pm on January 12, 2009 | #
Cute little character, and I like the poem too.
trebor61 5:56 am on January 13, 2009 | #
Thanks for the feedback folks. bjornik – what you need is a chess-playing cat. I have told others that I regularly play my cat at chess and, contrary to popular belief, cats are not really intelligent as he is only leading by two games – and I’m really useless at chess. roseindigo – believe it or not the poem is still unfinished – after all of these years. Must get down to it sometime.
BoboMonkey 9:38 am on January 13, 2009 | #
Don’t get me started on cats!
trebor61 10:25 am on January 13, 2009 | #
Does the poor wee thing still hate you?
bjornik 3:11 pm on January 13, 2009 | #
LOL! That’s one of the things I look forward to your posts trebor, the stories. And one must expect something smart from you.;) More! Good luck on your poem.