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The first poem I've ever written. A few simple lines about growing up in UK in the 70s. |
When I was young When I was young there were only three channels Cricketers used to wear white shirt and flannels No health & safety to spoil all the fun Sweet, Mud or Slade were at number one Love hearts were good, Spangles were fab Aztec bars and sherbet dabs There was no suduko, just puzzles and riddles Snickers were Marathons, pisses were piddles Cluedo and Ludo, Space hoppers, Kerplunk Fights with your sister, on the top bunk No pay per view, all free to air sport Skive off on Friday for the end of Crown Court I just thought that things would get better and better No “C U l8r”, you wrote them a letter. ‘Cos mobiles were something that hung from the ceiling No global warming, reiki or faith healing No psycho babble, no turmoil, no angst But if someone was nice at least you said thanks Only the monkeys and horses got groomed You could comfort a child and no one assumed Kids could play alone in the park Kicking a football ‘till well after dark They could get to the pictures for under a quid And surfing was something Australians did A Beano at 20p seemed really dear Instead of an ASBO, a clip round the ear. Randall & Hopkirk, Cartoon Cavalcade Herbs, Wacky races, R. White’s lemonade My decade of childhood has got a bad press It’s had a good kicking, it’s under duress Three day weeks and kipper ties Black & White Minstrels and government lies Love thy Neighbour, Vesta curry with rice Ok, I admit it wasn’t all nice But forget all the crap you hear about strikes Power cuts, inflation and bad Chopper bikes I wish I could go back to when I was small And show you the 70s rocked after all. |