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Rt Rhymes from 6 to 60
Rt Rhymes from 6 to 60
Rt Rhymes from 6 to 60
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Rt Rhymes from 6 to 60

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This book has true stories in rhyme covering my sixty years,
There are a lot of memories of happy times and of tears.
Its about things I did as a kid and remember well,
And things I have done as an adult that are safe to tell.
Ive stories of friends that I have made throughout my working life,
And of things I have wrote to and about my Mam and my darling wife.
I have fi nished off my book with two rhymes that are a bit sad,
To show you have to remember the good times along with the bad
LanguageEnglish
PublisherXlibris UK
Release dateNov 23, 2011
ISBN9781465307262
Rt Rhymes from 6 to 60
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Bob Thomson

Bob Thomson is the Management Development Adviser at the University of Warwick. He is responsible for developing the leadership capability of academic and administrative staff, coaching individuals and teams, and helping departments to improve their effectiveness as an organisation. He was previously Leadership Development Manager at National Grid Transco where he was responsible for building leadership capability at all levels and shifting the culture to a more open, informal and coaching style of leadership. Bob has qualifications in management learning, coaching and counselling.

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    Rt Rhymes from 6 to 60 - Bob Thomson

    Copyright © 2011 by Bob Thomson.

    ISBN:          Softcover                                 978-1-4653-0725-5

                       Ebook                                      978-1-4653-0726-2

    All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the copyright owner.

    This book was printed in the United States of America.

    To order additional copies of this book, contact:

    Xlibris Corporation

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    Contents

    Child’s Play.

    Sunday Mornings.

    Matchstick Borrowers

    The Dump.

    Snotty Gregg.

    Fat Wilf.

    The City Hairdressers.

    Camtex Fabrics.

    Tommy A Teasdale.

    Benny’s Wind

    Early Retirement.

    Clunk

    A Trip To Eastbourne.

    Wedding Speech.

    Happy Anniversary.

    Mother’s Day.

    Happy Valentine’s Day.

    30 Years On.

    Finding fault.

    Wild Duck Beer Fest

    Friday Night at the Zebra’s Rugby Club.

    Carrot Kegs.

    Duncan Dimitrowski Little

    RIP My Son.

    Child’s Play.

    When we were kids, sometimes I’d play

    Up on the roof, to my Mam’s dismay

    To the top of the toilet pipe I’d go,

    With all my mates laughing down below.

    A tricky bit when I reach the top,

    Over the gutter on the tiles I flop.

    Across the tiles up to the crest,

    The view up here is just the best.

    A tightrope walk along the top,

    Takes me to the chimney pot.

    I shout and wail down the hole

    Hope my voice carry’s past the coal

    Neighbours are sitting having their tea,

    Wondering about noises coming from the chimney

    To collect our arrows is the next job for me,

    All together there are six that I can see.

    Friends with arrows and bows made from wood,

    Try to hit me their aims not so good.

    I stop for a while, and looking down,

    Spot my Mam coming from the town.

    Now keeping low I try to hide,

    Down the tiles on my bum I slide.

    Fear spurs my downward flight,

    I hope my Mam hasn’t got brilliant sight.

    Mam’s at the gate, shopping bags in hand,

    The look I get isn’t too grand.

    In I go my face quite red,

    I know I’m going to an early bed

    Sunday Mornings.

    On Sunday mornings it was Northside Church where we were made to go,

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