The Norf Clan

The Norf Clan

by @EdPing

Grown-ups keep secrets – all sorts of stuff

Which they only tell you when you’re old enough

And now you’re getting bigger, it’s about time you knew

About a secret that they have been keeping from you!

There’s a little family who lives under each bed

Some who are blue and some that are red

It goes without saying that they’re all very small

(They live under your bed after all!)

It’s the Norf Clan I’ll tell you about today

They live under a bed – not far away

They camp out in a mattress between the springs

Collecting toys and buttons and interesting things.

There’s Ashton and Hindley who like to play tricks

Winston and Beeston, one’s five and one’s six

Pem and Skem, one’s fat and one’s thin

And who can forget the brilliant Bryn?

Now it’s not uncommon for things to go missing

Like odd-socks and marbles and pieces of string

But here’s some news that might give you a jolt

You aren’t that careless – it’s not always your fault!

It’s not monsters or ghosts who lived under your bed

Just the Clan up to mischief as always instead

You can guarantee that the Clan are to blame

When mum gets annoyed and starts shouting your name

They aren’t pixies or elves and dwarves aren’t that small

Just the littlest people in the world after all.

The boy whose room and bed the Clan shared

Was kind and polite – not that they cared

They were much too busy at play with his stuff

Knocking things over with games that were rough

They’d roll out his cars and build with his bricks

(especially the ones who were aged five and six)

When the boy was at school they would play all the day

But never once did they put things away

At first the boy had been quite amused

Though he had to admit he was rather confused

For he’d tidied his room, then out he’d gone

And returned thinking it had been hit by a bomb!

The floor was covered with his Lego bricks

Board games and books and cool magic tricks

Someone had routed in one of his jars

But worst of all someone had played with his cars!

“I don’t understand” he said in distress

looking around at the terrible mess

But not being one to grumble or shout