Actually, I do have a true story (I know, I am like the boy who cried wolf).
I must have been five or six.

It was "show and tell" at school, but I had nothing to show, so I said I had a poem to recite that my Dad had taught me.

So, I stood up, stood proud and started:



Ships on the water
Smooth as glass
I saw a monkey sliding on his

Ask no questions,
Tell now lies
I saw a chinaman doing up his

Flies are a nuisance
Bugs are worse
That is the end of my little verse.




Mrs Field was not happy with me.

and my Mum wasn't best pleased with my Dad when it was mentioned at parent/teacher evening either.
( scarpe We Stole Bikes, Thu 5 Mar 2009, 14:48, Reply)