Dad was a published poet.  He wrote many poems, making them into booklets for his children and grandchildren.

One of our favourites is:

Finklesnod

As I was groppelsnodling,

one summer's winters day

I came across a finklesnod

All by the roadway there, then

And said I to this finklesnod

'Oh, poddlingbodlesflad'

and said this finklesnod to me

'I think you're bloody mad!'