Drifting Off

I'm daydreaming again Today I am George Feeling the salt laden spray Stinging my face As I pull on the oars In rhythm with the waves I'm on my way to Kirrin Island My island! Julian, Dick and Anne Have been kidnapped! By the evil witch Masquerading as, 'Miss Jones' And are being held prisoners, In the deep dark caves, Below Kirrin Island. So, it's Timmy, my big brown, Shaggy dog and I, To the rescue! We will be heroes, Tim and I! 'JANET DEARN! Where have you gone now? And what is, 2 x 2 + 8 - 5?' 'Sorry Miss Jones, I was just ... It's 7 Miss' I cried, grinning broadly, Mustn't let her know, that, I am on to her dastardly plan! 'Correct, but do try and stay, With us, at least, Until the bell' 'Yes Miss' I shouted, knowing I would have the infamous but, On my school report, again; --- Her English is exceptional --- Her Maths is coming on --- Her needlework's a disaster --- In Art she tries very hard BUT - if only she would concentrate She could achieve much more BUT - she is so very easily distracted By the stories in her head! Now thirty years and nine have passed, And I am trying to write, A poem, for a treasured anthology BUT - I am daydreaming again Today I am Enid Blyton, And I'm . . . .