|The Child on the Hill|
He spends all his days making green smelly cheese
While the three legged dog sits and scratches his fleas
High up in a tower, lives the Old Purple Bint
Who drinks nothing but smoothies of onion and mint
She grows all her food in a pair of old boots
And makes soap from the juice of the dandelion root
As I mentioned in an ealier blog - the inspiration for this poem came from several sources, The cook was based on a heavily pregnant friend and the three legged dog was her pride and joy - Colin the whippet who had recently survived cancer at the cost of his leg.
Secondly - one of the first people to buy the Hairy Plug Monster, also blogs and tweets under the name 'The Purple Bint' http://bintgarden.blogspot.com/ (worth more than a cursory visit), and I said would include her character in a poem.
In these days of being 360 degrees PC, it would be unwise to use the word 'Bint' given all the derogatory connotations so over the last week she has undergone a makeover and has been re branded The Old Purple Leach. (sometimes you have to compromise for the greater good)