What have we here, laddie? Mysterious scribblings? A secret code? No! Poems, no less! Poems, everybody!
The laddie reckons himself a poet!
Money get back
I'm all right, Jack
Keep your hands off my stack.
New car
Caviar
Four star daydream
Think I'll buy me a football team.
Absolute rubbish, laddie!
Get on with your work.