I stepped into the cartoon frame
I lost my voice, I lost my name
I lost my third dimension too
Last of all – my hair turned blue.
I sat upon a picnic mat
With friends who were equally flat
Their world was bright and fancy free
Their cartoon food looked heavenly
But then I learnt – this frozen frame
Had left me motionless, in vain
I pulled my sandwich towards me
It did not budge – not one degree!
Stuck in starved exasperation
I wished I were an animation.
By Lynelle Kendall