As part of the Guardian's creativity in the classroom series, poet John Hegley asked a child to describe the difference between a dog and a deckchair. The response was,"Deckchairs don't fly", of course. I like that.
We have been receiving a steady stream of wonderful scarecrow photos, as you can see, and will be publishing a gallery shortly. We have also received a scarecrow poem, which we thought you might enjoy...
They call me "Veggie Reggie"
And I guard the cabbage patch,
Me body's made from coffee bags,
Me hair's some old straw thatch,
Me skellington's a broomstick
And bamboo garden canes,
A scrunched up copy of "The Times"
Is all I've got fer brains.
I've squinty eyes, lopsided nose,
You might 'ave bloomin' guessed
That where me pride and joy should be
Some mouse were bound to nest!
If you're passing by this way,
You might sew back me ear,
Or cut that bloomin' bramble
I've got growin' up the rear.
A brolly really would be nice,
Or 'at, with dangly corks,
But then, I s'ppose things could be worse,
I might 'ave bin Guy Fawkes!!