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Full House
Naughty little brother hitting people just for fun, Soppy little sister snuggles up to harassed mum, While other sister Lesley thinks she’s in a royal court, And “Ten Ton Tim” throws the tennis balls he’s bought, One hits little Lesley on the head with quite a force, She storms off to her room, in a nark again of course, She slams the door behind her once she’s made her way upstairs, And then there’s the twins, I know that trouble comes in pairs, Michael’s riding Richard with his undies on his head, While Craig from down the road is wearing swimming trunks instead, “Ten Ton Tim” then offers the other boys a fight, One which probably won’t finish until very late at night “You and Craig onto me!”; a tempting offer to the boys, Who start to rush towards him brandishing their army-toys, Lesley reappears from the dark behind the door, Intending not carry on moaning any more, Dad is quite sensible at stays at work ‘til dark, I think it’s more crowded here than in Noah’s Ark. Mother calls for quite but the noise just carries on, ‘Til Craig suggests they go to his and then the rabble’s gone! (Written at the age of 9 or 10)
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