Just Where You Left It... and Other Poems. David Roche

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Название Just Where You Left It... and Other Poems
Автор произведения David Roche
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isbn 9781783523917



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      Contents

       Introduction

       Just Where You Left It

       Could Do Better

       My Dad Is Sooo Embarrassing

       We Have Ways of Making You Eat

       The Poetry Recitation

       Emojis

       For Goodness’ Sake – Let’s Take a Break…

       Common Entrance Latin

       Two in a Row

       I’m Not Very Well…

       Guidelines for the Sidelines

       Finding a Mate

       Dad Got C- for My Homework

       The Best Advice

       The Sports Day

       No Room for Us on the Bus

       Social Not-Working

       Prize Giving

       Frankly, Mrs Butler…

       Bully for You

       Thank You, Baby Boomers

       If You Bill It, They Will Come

       About the Author

       Acknowledgements

       Supporters

       Dedication

       Copyright

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      Introduction

      As parents, many of us are more than willing to drive our kids around, attend their school events, participate where necessary and generally do our bit. But there is a limit.

      For me, the annual school poetry competition was the one. We were all tired of the same old poems being regurgitated, and my eldest son asked me to write one for him to read out. One with a bit more relevance. And more laughs. He didn’t win, but “The Poetry Recitation” went down well so I did the same thing the next year for son number two. By the time it was the third son’s turn, we won the damn thing.

      That winning poem was “Just Where You Left It” and you’ll find it here, alongside other poems that reflect on the more amusing aspects of families and modern life. Whether the theme is school rituals or family holidays, breaking the rules, friendship or the many embarrassing faults that parents possess, I have tried to cast a humorist’s eye over them all in verse form. And attempted to make them rhyme. Most of the time.

      I hope you enjoy them.

      David Roche

      Just Where You Left It

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      “Mum, I can’t find my shin pads and it’s football today.

      It’s the 3rds v St Wotsits and we’re playing away.

      They’ve got that big bruiser who plays at the back.

      Where the hell are my shin pads? He is prone to hack.”

      “They’re just where you left them. Why’s your memory so poor?

      Right under the radiator by the back door.”

      “Mum, I can’t find my door key, I think it’s been stolen.

      Or maybe it fell from my pocket with the hole in.

      So it is partly your fault. Can you get me another?

      You did it for Daniel, and he’s my big brother.”

      “Conspiracy theory is not a bad call,

      But it’s right where you left it, on the tray in the hall.”

      “Mum, I can’t find my biro, and it’s not ‘where I left it’.

      I used