Parenting In the 1960s
The back of the leg was seen as a place
That was suitable for a slap,
For a child who was rude, or out of control,
Or who stood in the kitchen when Mum had been baking,
And who sneakily stole
A freshly-baked, still-warm sausage roll,
Who, on hearing a footstep,
Stuffed it in her mouth – whole,
And received a slap, and a sending to bed,
To think about what she had done.
Now it’s fifty years on, and Mum’s long gone,
And looking back, I guess I deserved that slap,
But who could resist a freshly-baked, still-warm sausage roll?
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