Big Ears

BIG EARS

Big Ears and Noddy were great friends.

Enid Blyton's tale depends

On their spending time together.

But someone started wondering whether

They were gay! Such idle chatter!

And, honestly, it doesn't matter.

But rumours perpetuate themselves

And the books were taken off the shelves!

Look for problems and you will find them;

Sometimes nothing at all's behnd them

But I think it was rather shoddy

Casting aspersions on dear little Noddy.

In any case he's been reinstated.

Gay aversion is rather dated.

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REDDILY AVAILABLE

What an intriguing piece of work!

Was the artist 'seeing red'?

Bodies, expressions, googly eyes,

And every type of head.

The patches of black between the reds

Add menace the scene;

The whole thing would have seemed benign

If they'd been painted green.

Then we'd have seen a fairy tale

With hobgoblins and elves,

Sporting in some leafy glade

And enjoying themselves.

But, because the background's deepest black,

This seems a scene from Hell,

With souls in torment thrashing about

And not getting-on too well.

Some of them look quite cheerful,

Despite the mess they're in.

Ah well, I know there are some folk

Who like a little sin.

All in all a painting

That's filled with mystery.

I'm intrigued. I'd like to ask

'What is your history?'

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