What a Hullabaloo!
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Nipper in Slipper
It was Friday night teatime on sleepover day
When me and the gang got the call to stop play
So we headed inside to where parent was shouting
To kitchen where dog looked for bowl to put snout in
We sat round the table all elbows and spoons
And gulped when we saw what came into the room
Five plates of liver with onions on side
And cabbage and parsnips along for the ride
Now this wasn’t Friday night sleepover stuff
And seeing it we knew it would not be enough
So we planned that at midnight when parents were sleeping
The gang would go creeping to kitchen for sweet things
The parents threw wobblers when good food was wasted
So plates must be emptied before they were tasted
So under the table old four paws was slurping
And chewing and chomping and drooling and burping
When liver filled dog was asleep under table
And plates were as clean as a Trojan horse stable
We slipped off to sofa to watch the cartoons
And yawned each time parents came into the room
We knew that we had to make parents believe that
The gang was as tired as a melon filled fruit bat
And when parents sent us to bed base for sleep
Nipper in Slipper
It was Friday night teatime on sleepover day
When me and the gang got the call to stop play
So we headed inside to where parent was shouting
To kitchen where dog looked for bowl to put snout in
We sat round the table all elbows and spoons
And gulped when we saw what came into the room
Five plates of liver with onions on side
And cabbage and parsnips along for the ride
Now this wasn’t Friday night sleepover stuff
And seeing it we knew it would not be enough
So we planned that at midnight when parents were sleeping
The gang would go creeping to kitchen for sweet things
The parents threw wobblers when good food was wasted
So plates must be emptied before they were tasted
So under the table old four paws was slurping
And chewing and chomping and drooling and burping
When liver filled dog was asleep under table
And plates were as clean as a Trojan horse stable
We slipped off to sofa to watch the cartoons
And yawned each time parents came into the room
We knew that we had to make parents believe that
The gang was as tired as a melon filled fruit bat
And when parents sent us to bed base for sleep
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About the Book
It's poetry it's fun and it's not just for kid's!
For the young at heart, the young in mind, and the young of age.
This book is about moments, the ones from childhood. The ones in which we dared to dream, the dreams we did not fear to follow. Nothing could stop us for we were children, and impossible was a word we’d not yet learnt.
About the Author
Phillip was born in 1965 during his father's second posting to Hong Kong, and moved back to England in the mid 70’s. He currently resides in the seaside town of Scarborough in North Yorkshire and is training to be a Relational Centred Counsellor at the Scarborough Psychotherapy Training Institute. He was inspired during this training to write about his childhood experiences in a way that would hopefully allow others to remember the experiences of their own.
With many of the characters, emotions and storylines being based on real experiences, he hopes to add a touch of realism that adults will relate to and children will enjoy. The child may find that some of the stories within this book are already somehow familiar and the adult reader may be inspired to recall the stories of their own. Both cases invite interactions and offer opportunities to share those unique moments and make the reading experience a richer experience.