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The Rackets!!

The Rackets!!

Patricia played the piano, Patrick loved the drums, both of them sat making rackets all the time on their bums, then there was Toby and Tim  each a terrible twin who both plucked and strummed at strings on the violin..lastly there was their eldest sister belting out the beat box, her name was Jane driving everyone insane

Well from the crack of dawn when the Cockerel crowed, Dad could sleep through anything as he puffed and blowed but Mam was different she lay every single night, listening to the making music and it wasn’t a delight.. it drove her crazy infact it almost sent her around the bend, but she was found her freedom and put it all at an end.. 

One crazy day in May she packed her case and late that same night she got to hell outta that place!!
so since that day and Dad can recall it very well, the house is minging with the dog and cats smell.. but the music still gets played, tho it’s an awful sound when  the instruments are played together and all the kids are around..but they all miss Mam, why did she have to go? they would have listened to her problems if she had said you know

But that’s not exactly true coz Mam had told them loads before, if they didn’t stop that racket then she would walk out that door.. not one of them listened because I guess they never heard, with the loud clitter clattering well they would never hear a word.. mind you Mam is far better off living in another house, she met and married a toff and he’s a peaceful spouse

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