I just remembered this poem which used to be my favourite when I was a kid. On the subject of childhood memories...Jenny just told me there was a lad in her class who would do a 'Snotcano'-where you would tilt your head back and blow bubbles with your snot so it erupts! Nice!
Ladies and Jellyspoons
I come before you
to stand behind you
And tell you something
I know nothing about
Next Thursday,
which is Good Friday,
there will be a Mothers meeting,
for Fathers only.
Wear your best clothes
if you haven't any,
and if you can come,
please stay at home.
Admission's free
pay at the door.
Take a seat
and sit on the floor.
It makes no difference
where you sit
The man in the gallery's
sure to spit.
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