T.V. Trouble !

If I chased a toilet roll across the bathroom floor

And if I grabbed the end of it and dragged it through the door

Then pulled it across the landing, and tumbled down the stairs

Then shot across the hallway, bumping into chairs

Wrapping Andrex tissue over everything I see

What would my Mum make of it - would she say clever me ?

If I waddled through rivers covered in heaps of mud

To find my way to a tin of Pal, would she still think I was good ?

 

I find it oh! so easy to get into her bad books. I know,

Cause I get glowers and stares and disapproving looks

The bathroom is always out of bounds, the loo roll stays intact

And I can only see the hills from the window, and thats a fact.

 

But just sit and watch the T.V. screen and listen to Mum then

The "oohs" and "aahs" and "Arent they cute?"

Drive me round the flipping bend

How do they get away with it, those dogs on T.V.?

They don`t get into trouble like me.

But then - they`re stars, you see.

Grace Clark, Glasgow.