Fred Thomas Unwin

I was born 28th May, 1915 in Cambridge. I have a daughter, Christine, a son, Keith, a grandson, Ben, and two granddaughters, Sarah and Natalie. I am also a great-grandfather with newly born Oliver. This constitutes my family tree. I'm an author of twenty books, three of which have made top sellers at Heffer's Book Shop, Cambridge. My books and poetry come from years of dealing with the public in the capacity of Brushman, Milk man, Corporteur and Psychiatric Nurse. During the 2nd World War, I was a Desert Rat with the 8th Army.

Mother's Home Cooked Meal

How 'twould have pleased me, to stand once more,
By my mother's side at the oven door.
Oh! to have stood by the kitchen fire.
While hot embers glowed as the heat rose higher.
To have taken my fill with hungry zeal.
From a white clothed table and a home cooked meal.

The Lassie I married, I hoped would align,
Her cooking and baking with that mother of mine.
But alas I found her a disappointing thing.
With a mind all chips and her puddings from tins.
How I yearned with almost sacred appeal,
For a white clothed table with a home cooked meal.

So I hired out an allotment growing vegetables and greens
For my lass, a cookery book, it's working miracles - it seems.
Now, she prepares, with loving care,
Nicely cooked offering which we happily share.
Oh!, who so blest, with such a house proud look
As my darling wife, with her cookery book!

Our Dream Bomb

I want a bomb, our very own bomb - a Universal bomb.
A family bomb, a do it yourself bomb.
I'll climb on the rooftops to ignite it, around noon.
My improved design will be the envy of Killer Regimes;
It will light up the World, then linger and linger.
Whilst the sound of the Killing bombs recede.

I want it to explode over playgrounds, schools and parks.
Just as children emerge from schools - I want a laughter bomb!
Filled with lollipops, ice cream, liquorice all sorts, choc's and Jelly beans.
Balloons, tinsel and streamers, and lucky bags.
Bubbles, masks, false noses and candy floss.
I want a bomb to sprinkle the earth with roses.

It will be our live long and die happy bomb;
Our die peacefully of old age bomb,
In our own bed bomb, our sleep tight bomb.
Our see you in the morning bomb.
I want the World to do away with Killer bombs,
And keep our very own dream bomb!