The Perils of the Pushy Parents: A Cautionary Tale
Boris Johnson
Written and illustrated by Boris JohnsonThe nicest kids you ever sawWere Jim and Molly Albacore…Alas for Molly and Jim, Their lives were not entirely cushy: Their parents were so very pushy.Mr and Mrs Albacore will do anything to get their offspring to the top of the pile. Father reads great literary works to them before they are even born, and puts them down for MENSA at five, Mother is not content unless her darlings are the star of every show. Molly and Jim, however, are happiest eating peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and watching telly.In this very funny book, Boris Johnson issues a verse warning to all pushy parents… if you push your children far enough they may push back, with dire consequences. Illustrated with delightful line drawings by the author.
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,