Looking for Myself in 'Peanuts'

1.

All I know is, I’m not Charlie Brown –

don’t play baseball, wouldn’t wear a cap.

I could be Lucy with her bossy frown;

I could be Linus clutching at his blanket.

All I know is, I’m not Charlie Brown.

I might be that romantic, star-crossed blonde

drooling for Linus, only briefly cast down

by rebuffs; or else dedicated-to-his-art Schroeder.

(I’d like to be grown-up Schroeder, with renown.)

Perhaps, writing up a storm, I’m smart Snoopy?

But if so, who would feed me? Charlie Brown?


2. 

I think I’ll be Schroeder,

living (w)hol(l)y for art,

soul-child of Beethoven,

oblivious / impervious to all else. Yes,

I think I’ll be Schroeder.

I don't really think I’m Snoopy,

master of the cliché – moreover

typewriters are old; I love my computer.

Of course he’d need a make-over

from muso to poet (I’m tone-deaf)

but, that sorted, I could be Schroeder.

At 'imaginary garden with real toads', we were invited to find ourselves in cartoon characters in the prompt: Fashion me your words to fold ~ ergo (in less than 100 words). The mention of 'fold' inspired me to use Gillena Cox's Fold form. And then I was moved to write a second one. Each, individually, is under 100 words, but I didn't want to post them separately when they so clearly belong together.