Poetry by my kids in class, I guess Kenn Nesbitt is having an effect, even if he calls teachers aliens from outer space (ruined our secret).
Uncle Laurie By Eileen
The first thing you will notice if you meet my uncle Laurie is how, whatever he does he can’t stop saying sorry.
He springs from bed at 5 a.m.As birds begin to waken, cries ‘no offence intended, lads-like wise, I hope none taken.
This drives my aunty Dorrie mad. It is not surprising she grabs him by the throat and screeched, 'Stop apologizing!'
My uncle who is a little deaf, says 'Sorry? Sorry, Dorrie?' 'For goodness sake,’ Aunt Dorrie screamed, 'Stop saying sorry! Laurie!’
‘Sorry, dear? Stop saying what?’ 'SORRY!’ Laurie shaken.’ 'No need to be, my dear,’ he says, 'for no offence is taken.
'Likewise, I`m sure that there was none intended on your part.’ 'Dear lord,’ aunty dorrie breathes, 'what can I do? where can I start?’
Then, ’oh, I see,’ says uncle l…’you mean stop saying sorry!’ I am sorry to cause your offence –opps! Er…sorry, Dorrie!'
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