Boring grown-up talk on telly
Putting my foot in an ice-cold welly;
The day I found my gerbil dead;
Getting out of bed;
Shopping with Mum for socks and vests,
Reading and writing tests;
Eggs boiled too hard or too soft,
The spiders in our loft;
Mum and Dad quarrelling -
They'll make it up - I know;
Being kissed by my Aunty Flo;
Washing, cleaning shoes,
Hearing my sister humming;
Having the house all tidy and spotless
'Cos visitors are coming;
Big skinny dogs, new shoes and slippers,
Posh voices, smelly feet, klippers,
Parsnips, cabbage; losing things down grid
Having different clothes
From all the other kids.
Stopping there for now:
Don't want to be a bore.
I might come back in half an hour
And think of fifty more.
by Eric Finney
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