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THE PERILS OF THE PUSHY PARENTS

THE PERILS OF THE PUSHY PARENTS

A CAUTIONARY TALE

Written and illustrated by

BORIS JOHNSON

I

The nicest kids you ever saw

Were Jim and Molly Albacore,

Who seldom made a naughty noise

Or screamed for more expensive toys.

Indeed, they hardly ever cried,

Except when once a hamster died.

If they fought they made it up,

And if they broke a plate or cup,

They’d both confess at once and say,

‘I think we’ve saved enough to pay!’

They brushed their teeth and scrubbed their toes.

They very rarely picked their nose,

And kept each other free of nits

By using little grooming kits.

In summer from the peep of dawn

They gambolled on the tiny lawn

In scenes of perfect bourgeois ease

With lavender and bumblebees

And games involving bits of string

Or planks of wood, or anything.

And yet, of course, when winter came,

The garden wasn’t quite the same.

At dusk and having time to kill

What they liked to do was chill,

And get some lovely sliced white bread,

Then smear it thick with peanut spread,

Then cover that with strawberry jelly

And scoff it all before the TELLY.

Oh, how they loved that warm machine,

Its friendly, wise, hypnotic screen.

It never moaned at them or swore

Or yelled at them to shut the door.

Or taught them long division sums

Or told them not to scratch their bums

Or asked them in that maddening way,

‘Darling, what did you DO today?’

Oh no, their television set

Would never carp at them or fret,

But delved into its mighty brain

To give, and give, and give again.

It gave them Friends and Dr Who

And dancing comps and Scooby Doo,

And wacky gameshows from Japan

In which contestants take a flan

Or piece of pie, and shout ‘Banzai’,

And chuck it in the other’s eye,

So provoking gales of mirth

From all the children of the earth.

It gave them lumps of TV fun,

Baked and sweetened, every one,

Edible, digestible,

And slowly irresistible.

Sometimes when the coast was clear

They’d plug the console in the rear,

And play without a hint of shame

The latest electronic game.

Did anything detract from this

Condition of domestic bliss?

Was there a thorn, was there a weed in

Jim and Molly’s childhood Eden?

There was. I crave your kind forbearance:

It’s time to talk about the PARENTS.