The Enid Blyton Society

Hi Raci,

To be honest, I'm a bit suspicious of that poem ("I Lie in a Meadow"). Although the content sounds quite Blytonian, I don't think the style does.

I may be wrong, though. Wonder who did write the non-Blytonian poems?

Anita

I've always been suspicious of the poems I quoted.

Wonder if we could find out who wrote them?

HeatherS wrote: Actually, Keith recently put all of it on the web (so I can read it and chuckle away at my desk while I'm at work!). If anybody's interested the web address is http://www.enidblyton.net/enid-blyton-f ... tml#portry
When I read the books as a child, I laughed out loud at Fatty and Ern's "Portry". I may be the only one (and a very sad individual), but I still have the same response now!

Did anyone else enjoy it as much as I did?

I did and still do!

Ming

Tony Summerfield wrote:I am agreeing with you both, Rob and Anita. Although my Bib Part 4 finished in 1974 I did try to trace the stories and poems in the Bedtime Annuals right the way through to the last one in 1983. I found almost all the stories - though some had changed titles, but I didn't manage to trace any of the later poems at all and I don't believe that any of them were written by Enid - just some editor filling in! You have probably noticed that the majority of Enid's poems were written in the early part of her career and in the 50s and 60s her poems were few and far between.

Best wishes
Tony

The people who make those annual's make me feel sick. Enid deserve's better than this.

Magical Realm-Enid blyton

Witches and fairies, gnomes and elves

Alive dolls on the cupboard shelves

Strange lands up a magical tree

Pixies and goblins where roam free

Land of birthdays, balloons and claps

Country of a fierce dame ready to slap

Giants that thunder and roar at you

Angry wizards who turn blue

Black cats who draw circles with chalk

And rabbits and lions ready to talk

Swish of a wand and strange words muttered

Gooey treats and hot muffins buttered

Enchanted forests and magical wells

Sneezing powders and silvery spells

A magic clock and peculiar brooms

Flyaway cottages with many rooms

Umbrellas that spank and mirrors that speak

Knockers that tell tales if you dare to peek

Brave toy soldiers and spooky towers

Flying dragons and giant flowers

Rabbit's whiskers and Teddy Bear's tail

Sturdy boat with a dainty sail

A wishing chair that can sprout wings

And take you for some adventuring

Enter the magical realm of her creation

And soar away on the wings of imagination