Poetry corner

The joys of having a large family are amusingly told in this verse by Sue Quin’s late father.

Baby of the family, Sue, 56, who lives in Newtown, Powys, says: “Our father Jack Quin (above left) loved writing poetry. This is one of many poems he wrote before he passed away in 2015, aged 92. We also lost our mum Phyllis at age 79.”

1967 By Jack Quin

Most Quins are five, but mine are six, Two boys, four girls, all full of tricks. First a boy, and we named him James, Well over 6ft and fond of games, Then daughter Anne, Dad’s first little girl, Nursing career, she hoped to unfurl, Followed by Richard, who I rarely see, Except at mealtimes, he eats more than me, Then our Fiona, who we nicknamed Fon, Very bubbly girl, with never a moan, Another delight, a daughter named Janet, Any more and I will have to ban IT, No, oh yeah, along came our sweet Sue, Shooting that stork is now long overdue, Father Jack, was maybe out of order, When he crossed over the Scottish border, He got hooked on Phyllis in the heather, Above, is the result of their get together, Mother Phyllis wonders, week by week, About the day, the thistle met the leak!