This be the other verse


E gave me a book of newspaper cuttings for Christmas, which included this wonderful rejoinder to Philip Larkin by Adrian Mitchell:

They tuck you up, your mum and dad
They read you Peter Rabbit, too.
They give you all the treats they had
And add some extra, just for you.

They were tucked up when they were small,
(Pink perfume, blue tobacco-smoke),
By those whose kiss healed any fall,
Whose laughter doubled any joke.

Man hands on happiness to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
So love your parents all you can
And have some cheerful kids yourself.

Have a good Christmas, whether your own childhood was – or your present is – closer to the Larkin or Mitchell end of the happiness spectrum.

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2 Responses to This be the other verse

  1. Tom Womack says:

    I’m sorry, there seems to be something in my eye …

  2. Pingback: “All they ever taught me was to do with Love” « Let the wild rumpus start!

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