Paperboy 

6 creative works found

• Sir Cal of the Dale
  by peteyeti

  Sir Cal of the Dale written for my Son Calvin aged 12 – first job – paperboy Arise arise Sir Cal of the Dale / Your stead awaits go fin…

  Sir Cal of the Dale written for my Son Calvin aged 12 – first job – paperboy Arise arise Sir Cal of the Dale / Your stead awaits go find your trail / Where there are demons, dragons and vicious crocs / But victory draws closer with each letter box Peering out of the window a garden of frost / Looking into the distance I start to get lost / My pyjamas fade and armour appears / The finest Camelot has seen in years I clunk downstairs, I mustn’t wake my wee brother / It’s hard not to stir my bat-sensed mother. / I make it outside and open the shed / And where my bike once stood, appears a white head Her mane is long and covers her eyes / The door swings open, she steps outside / Adjusting the saddle on a box I must climb / Sometimes I wish I wasn’t five foot five! But King Arthur knows I’m just the right height, / For I am Sir Cal of the Dale, the bravest knight. I ride to the shop in a gentle trot, / Can’t be too careful so on goes my lock. / The papers collected my mission it seems / Is to deliver the papers whilst everyone dreams. So off we race to the battle ahead, / And to think I was going to stay in my bed. / At the foot of the road the houses all stare, / At the brave young knight with the warrior glare. Jump over the fence to Number 14, / I love this first house as his car’s always clean. / Across to 15 then back to 4 / Two more doors then I drop to the floor. The house at the end, with old garden chairs, / Only I know it’s the dragon’s lair. / I’m usually quiet and really quick, / But today I’ve had no breakfast and am feeling stiff. If I go too slow he’ll get me for sure, / Eighteen steps from the gate to the door. / I check my armour and sword, I can’t fail, / I vault the fence clutching The Daily Mail. In 4 seconds flat I’m at the door…almost done, / When…Oh no, this house has ordered The Sun! A cold sweat breaks, my palms are all sticky, / Coz if the dragon sees me it’s gonna get tricky. / Then I notice my companion starting to tense, / The in one bound, she’s over the fence. She gallops so fast, it’s clear she’s no nag, / What’s more…she’s got the paper bag! / Mail goes in and out comes the Sun, / Through the letter box it goes, and that’s us all done. With all that excitement my face is a glow, / But riding home slowly my heart starts to slow. / The bumpy ride starts to get calmer, / Wheels replace hooves, clothes replace Armour. Getting up at six is par for the course / For a paper boy Knight and his silver horse.

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  Bear Love
  by KBdigital

  Bear kisses.

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  Have You Heard The News
  by ferrel cordle

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  "Paperboy"
  by Alan Harris

  From my streetscene series this image captures the paperby at work. / Full of interesting detail.

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  Paper Boy, My First Job
  by A.H. Thom

  A Chalk Pastel illustration of a child’s first job as a news paper boy.

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  Two Thirds
  by 5 and a half

  We’ve been getting sick to death of the press lunching out on the recession. Particularly now that it’s official so in protest we thought we’d bust out a new tee. Wearing it just seems to make the horrible situation the world’s in just a little better, hopefully you can get something from it as well. www.5andahalf.com.au