Michael Rosen

Michael Rosen’s mother told him not to kvetsch, greps at the table or chup his soup. His father told him he was meshugge. His mother told him not to be a shlump. His brother said, ‘Don’t flick my tukhes with the shmatte!’

Michael emerged from all this with a smile on his face. He celebrated his family in a riotous mix of poetry, song, story, joke, anecdote, and fun with words – most of which he plucked from his books, threw up in the air and landed in his mouth in front of our very eyes.