Pete's Solstice
Solstice
Standstill
Buried Treasure
Simon
Claire
One More Candle
Judith
Silver Spoon
Weggie
Man
Henwick Road School
Eltham Baths
After School
StationMasters House
Ridgebrook Terrace
End Of The Line
Foxhole Cottage
Anyone For Tennis
Plantagenet
Thames Barrier
O Horse
Carnivore
Corvus Corone Corone
Troglodyte Troglodyte
Navigator
Earth Mover
No Time
Doctor Doctor!
One Degree Under
Sten Gun
We Trained
Donner Und Blitzen
Friday Night
Post
Legionnaire
Motor100
Two Tone
Jump Jet
BenLomond
Metamophis
Good God
Now
Advanced Level
The Wall
Unsuccessful
Masochists
Woden
Nagasaki
EarlyToBed
BlessTheBride
Dead is Dead
A Penny For Them
My Old Dutch
Hush
If we could choose our parents
Would we choose tall and slim,
Or couple like the Family spartt,
Fat for her, lean for him,
Or choose a cuddled duo,
Enormous bosom, enormous chest,
Clothed in scratchy candlewick coat,
Or holey, oily, stretched string vest,
Or choose a dad Lost in chair behind The Times,
And white faced mum,
Triggered by a clock that chimes?

If we could choose our children,
Pink faces with blue eyes,
Chuckling cherub in a crib
Who gurgles instead of cries,
Who drives us to distraction
In all seven Ages of Man,
Who breaks our heart, swells our frame,
Becomes our greatest fan.

I would choose my parents
And hug them close always.

And they would choose me.

Oh, happy childhood days!

WILLIAM RIX