childhood reflections

anyone remember these?

"my eyes are dim i cannot see i have not brought my specks with me. i have not brought my specks with me. there was sam, sam, pushing a pram in the store, in the store, there was sam, sam, eating cheese and ham in the quarter master's store..."

"alice, where are you going? upstairs to have a bath. alice, with legs like toothpicks and a neck like a gir-raff-raff-raff-raff-raffe. alice, jumped in the bathtub. pulled out the plug and then. ohmygoodnessohmysoul, there goes alice down the hole! alice, where are you going? glug, glug, glug..."

"my mum is in the kitchen, my dad is in the shed.
my nan is in her rocking chair and pop's asleep in bed.
my brother's stripped his motorbike although it's about to rain.
my sister's playing ricky martin over and over again.
what a dim old family, what a dreary lot!
sometimes i think i'm the only SUPERSTAR they've got!"

"my old blue shirt is tattered and torn. the collar is crumpled and the elbows are worn.
the sleeve got ripped when i climbed a tree. there's a big dark stain where i spilled my tea.
but even so, i love my blue shirt, though it's tattered and battered and covered in dirt."

"underneath the sea/ far away from land/ that's where i will be/ shaking on the sand/ rattling in my rigging/ dithering on my deck/ i'm just a ner-err-err-errvous wreck."

"when mr clickety cane plays a silly game, all the kids in the street, they like to do the same. wash your face with orange juice, clean your teeth with bubble gum.." et cetera

or perhaps i just had a poetic childhood.