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I love words and have been writing for years. Although it started with silly poems, I have matured (slightly) and now enjoy writing poems and songs for special friends to celebrate special milestones. I have decided to put these online should anyone be interested and also they are a safe haven online should anything happen to my knackered old laptop!



So from my first song for Helen, to the latest songs for Tina's 40th and poems for Sherrell's baby and all the stuff in the background since I was 14, enjoy my silly poems, my prose, my barstardisation of songs and if any one of them makes you smile, then I am happy. Let me know what you think!



Ali Hoffmann née Rose









Tuesday, 29 March 2011

The Travellers Return


OK. This is a weird one...

My mother in law had a little box which contained a family of little wooden dolls which happened to be dwarves. Designed in Germany, this little dolls are made by Waldorf toys and used in Steiner education.

Our daughter, Sophia, age 2 I think, loved to play with them and Granny said she could borrow them when we went on holiday to Turkey as they were small and she could play with them on the plane.

Unfortunately we left them on a boat when we went out for a day with a couple of other families and although we went back on the last morning to see if we could get them back, the boat had already left for it's trip that day.

A couple of months later, I called the shop where I guessed that my mother in law had purchased them and bought a replacement for her. I wrote this poem, emailed to the chap in the shop and he delivered the box and poem to her and left them on her doorstep.

I didn't think the word 'dwarf' was considered terribly PC any more, but is apparantly originally from Germanic Mythology.

The Travellers Return

You may find us familiar
A family of small stature
But we were taken by what we think
Was a small-blond-girl-dwarf-catcher

We went on an aeroplane
High up in the sky
Then landed in a kingdom of
Magic carpets and cheese pie

We travelled in cars and buses
Then we found ourselves afloat
With several other families
On a lovely Turkish boat

We were allowed to play for a while
In a cabin down below
But when the catcher was distracted
We jumped ship and she didn’t know

We partied with some other dwarfs
For a couple of months in the sun
So we are tanned, relaxed and overweight
But we had a lot of fun

After many adventures, we decided
To board the next plane home
We nearly lost our baskets
And I got mistaken for a gnome!

But we thought we’d come back for your birthday
Feel free to have a play
We’ll tell you tales of our travels
And then you can put us away

But just beware of your grand-daughter
The small-blonde-girl-dwarf-catcher
And from now on, please to refer to us
As ‘The family of Small Stature’

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