Poem
Tony Mitton
Grown Out Of
Grown Out Of
Grown Out Of
My trousers are tight.They just won’t fit.
And my jumper?
I’ve grown out of it.
My shirt’s too short.
It just won’t do.
There are holes in my socks
where my toes peep through.
So it’s lucky I don’t
grow out of my skin.
‘Cos then there’d be nothing
to put me in.
© 2001, Tony Mitton
From: Pip
Publisher: Scholastic, London
From: Pip
Publisher: Scholastic, London
Tony Mitton
(Tripolitania, 1951)
Tony Mitton was born in North Africa. At the age of nine he came to England and attended a State boarding school in Suffolk. He gained an English Literature degree from Cambridge University. After a spell of secondary school teaching, he moved to the primary sector where he taught for about 20 years. He is now a full-time writer and visits schools, libraries and festivals to perform his work.
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Grown Out Of
My trousers are tight.They just won’t fit.
And my jumper?
I’ve grown out of it.
My shirt’s too short.
It just won’t do.
There are holes in my socks
where my toes peep through.
So it’s lucky I don’t
grow out of my skin.
‘Cos then there’d be nothing
to put me in.
From: Pip
Grown Out Of
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