(Written during lockdown)
Hooray for the Clangers For Michael Palin’s Soothing voice As he translates Tiny and Smalls Clanger language With curious accuracy. He understands the Clangers And I think I do too If I could live anywhere else I’d live on The Clangers planet Where the Iron Chicken sings lullabies at bedtime The Sky Moos flap their Ears like wings The Singing Flowers help out with Tiny’s orchestra And the Cloud rains musical raindrops. “I want to watch the Clangers Mummy” “Yippee” I shriek with excitement And we bundle ourselves up together In front of the fire With covers wrapped around us. You sit on my lap while I smell your hair. We laugh as Froglets change colour and Bounce about like you. Mother Clanger walks around in a daze like me. Granny Clanger makes me laugh, Sitting on a green pouf meditating With oversized cotton balls stuffed in her ears. While Major Clanger invents Pointless pieces of equipment To try to solve problems. When there’s a breeze or the Clangers are running Their ears flap back and forth And I laugh and wonder Who had the final say On their ears flapping that way. For 11 minutes we are in harmony No rushing, no cross words between us Just the warm fuzzy feeling Of shared enjoyment after a day of Riding the rollercoaster of solo parenting. So thank you Michael Palin For allowing myself permission To find my inner child With my little child in these tricky times. I believe you live in the Clangers Planet Maybe one day we’ll see you there.