When I wake up my sleepy head
I've got my trousers on in bed
I'm first at the breakfast table
hair a mess and clothes dishevelled
eat my cornflakes and fly
but always kiss my mum goodbye
so she'll tidy up my room
where all around the toys are strewn
Leave the door upon the latch
so I can sneak back in and snatch
the biscuits from the biscuit tin
an apple, pear or mandarin,
In my pocket squashed in half
is a Mars bar that will last
and keep me going through the day
so I can stay outside and play
Muddy wellies in the rain
playing marbles in a drain
games of football in the park
staying out till after dark
on my bike out for a run
with my mates I'll have some fun
knock on doors and run away
or writing down car number plates
Build a campfire in the woods
be a cowboy, Robin Hood
with a band of merry men
make a tree hut for a den
I was unique I thought one day
until I heard my father say
when I was young it was the same
muddy wellies in the rain.
Charles - What are muddy wellies? Is that a Scottish term? Just got my curiosity - sounds like you grew up like all the rest of us - good memories, and cute poem. Linda
Yes, may you hand your happy childhood on from generation to generation. Delightfully vivid and fond writing. Regards, Gina.
I was unique I thought one day untill I heard my father say when I was young it was the same muddy wellies in the rain. And so will say yours. s
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This certainly brought back memories. My mother used to keep us hygienically spick and span, kept us indoors in the rain, and we were always sick! But then she took a leaf out of a neighbours book - the children next door were kicked out in all weathers, in their muddy wellies, with a breadroll which they kept dropping on the ground, picking up and eating. We ended up like them, rosy-cheeked and healthy! Nice poem, Charlie. Love, Fran xx