Where? you ask.
Deepest Publishing contract?
The Great Horn of Fame and Fourtune?
Nope, none of the above, but I have touched down in the FunEverse.
It can't be found in outer space,
But look inside where you will find
It there inside your brilliant mind.
The FunEverese is the home of nine of the most crackpot poets you may ever meet. Think Edward Lear, think Spike Milligan, think FUNEVERSE!
*ATTENTION- ALLITERATION ALERT*
They use it as a place to incubate nourish their nonsensical notions, incubate their idiotic ideas and reassure their ridiculous rhymes before hatching them into fully fledged potty poetry and sending them into the wide, weird world.
And they don't stop there, in their bid to pull all known life into the FunEverse they work with partner schools and unleash their creative chitterings into classrooms. The children are invited to respond to the FunEverses' work through commenting and then replying through their own poety.
Sounds like your kind of place? Then visit us in The FunEverse.
Artwork- copyright Alex Craggs 2012