Even though I’ve scoured the pages
of storybooks throughout the ages,
it seems impossible to find
a true depiction of my kind.
It’s left me feeling quite dismayed
about the way I’ve been portrayed:
sneaky lurker in the woods,
terrorising girls with hoods,
big and bad and feared by Peter,
huffing puffing granny-eater.
I don’t deserve this reputation,
the worst kind of discrimination.
For though I may look fierce and hairy,
I promise you, I’m not that scary.
So, when you next pick up a pen,
I urge you, writers, think again.
I’ve simply been misunderstood.
Please, for once, can’t I be good?
This poem is copyright (©) Paula Thompson 2022
About the Writer
Paula wrote her first story aged seven on her mum’s old typewriter - and has been writing ever since. As a newspaper journalist she has written for a variety of publications, but her true passion is creating poems and stories for children (you might have seen some of them in The Caterpillar magazine). She recently graduated with distinction from The University of Winchester’s MA in Writing for Children and is very excited to take flight on The Dirigible Balloon!