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A 50's Kid
by
Gary Westwood
I still remember when I was a kid
the times that I had, the things that I did.
Playing with marbles, fobbers and tors,
kicking the can late at night out of doors.
The first kiss that I stole from a girl for a laugh,
dragged into the house by my mom for a bath.
Tomato sauce butties, bread inches thick
eating scrumped apples until I was sick.
Balloons and fish from the rag and bone man
making a trolley with wheels from a pram.
Watching old films at the local "Bug Hut"
eating ice cream and salted peanuts.
Playing war games on my way home,
mustn't get dirty my mother will moan.
Wall's ice cream salesmen pedalling trikes
three cornered lollies that everyone liked.
Collecting up conkers on a fine Autumn day,
borrowing a bootlace so I could play.
Making a tent to sleep on the lawn
waking up hungry, frozen, forlorn.
Save up my money, go to the fair
watch "Teddy Boys" posing and combing their hair.
Dodgems, Big Wheel and Waltzers too,
half price on Wednesday, go to the Zoo.
Lions, tigers, guinea pigs, rats,
elderly ladies wearing strange hats.
Sliding down slag heaps at our local pits,
visiting Grandad to scrounge threepenny bits.
These are the things to name but a few,
yes some of the things that I used to do.
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