DISCLAIMER: This is a transcript for a video of Michael performing the poem/book, not a transcript from the actual poem/book itself.
Mum reads to me every night.
Mum reads to me, every night. She's reading, The Tailor of Gloucester. She sits on the edge of the bed and reads in a singsong voice that drifts on forever. I tell her, her voice is sleepy and she gets all huffy and says, "Huh, I shall bother then. What a thing to say. Really? I don't think I'll bother. Sleepy, was how I liked it. I wasn't complaining.