They’re going to box each other.
They’re in Africa on a safari, or it could be Spain or Weymouth. It’s a beautiful place.
It’s half past 8. It’s February 1956.
They’re feeling good but they’re getting annoyed with one another about ice cream, as one’s getting more than the other.
They’re brothers. They’re as old as the tongue but a bit younger than the teeth.
They’re four years old. The boys are roughians but they grow up to be policemen.
They’re with their family. They’ve got two brothers, who are slightly older, and an auntie and uncle. They’re with Peter and his nephew.
They’re called Robert and Tony.
Their families are wondering who’s going to get the first dig in.
They have a fight but no one wins.
They can hear the rain and it feels hot and sweaty.
There’s bloody noses everywhere, but at the end they kiss and make up.
By Frank, Ethel, Peter, Richard, Joan, Queenie, Margaret and Heather