Jaz avalley
Station cat
I’d be in trouble my dad used to twist nursery rhymes, or sing soldier ditties
hickory dickory dock
thr mouse went up the clock,
the clock struck one,
the mouse came down his bum was brown
and so was the cuckoo. s……
to wish I used to respond it didn’t rhyme until I realised what did rhyme, my mum would give him a look but say nothing.
He was a para so…..
They wiped him off the tarmac like a lump of strawberry jam,
thry wiped him off the tarmac like a lump of strawberry jam
and he ain’t gone jump no more
some of the extra lines were rather suspect
He wasn’t uncouth either, and my mother never swore blood and sand were her swear words. but the occasional old soldiers song left a lot to be desired.
I spent a lot of time with my dad as a kid, more likely to play Lego, usually designing houses, or Meccano or soldier toys than I was to pick up a doll, he taught me to ride my bike, he took me horse riding,he iced e up from school and I tagged after him at work after school, the guys in the offices were used to me trotting in. I might not have sworn lersay, and knew it wa SPRG to swear at people, but swearing in songs was not unusual in our house.
Perhaps it is why I like Dads Army so much
