Mr Pebblehead

Was sitting on the beach yesterday when I saw this tiny face looking up at me, so I had to rescue it. Today it's got a body, a name and a ditty all to itself. (A useful blip-find - as today it has bucketed down all day - and the second face I've found in the past few days!) Here's Mr Pebblehead's ditty:

Stickman at the seaside:
it's Mr Pebblehead.
His pencil-head was hollow
with too little pencil lead.

"This head feels so much cleverer,"
the little stickman said,
and propped it on his pencil-hand.
It's such a heavy head.

When he's lying on the beach
he's really hard to find,
which keeps him safe from seagulls,
so he really doesn't mind.

One day a woman picks him up
and carries him back home.
His arms and legs wash out to sea
and vanish in the foam.

But when the woman notices,
she takes the pebble-head,
and with her pencil carefully draws
new arms and legs instead.

"Hello, goodbye! I have to go,"
says Mr Pebblehead.
"I'm staying off the beach now;
someone's drawn a little bed."

And so we leave him sleeping.
"Goodnight," he says. "Goodnight!"
Sweet dreams until the morning,
Mr Pebblehead. Sleep tight!

poem © Celia Warren 2011