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MY ONLY ATTEMPT AT A POEM

postie

The buck stops here
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                                       When I wuz a kid

When I wuz a kid we played in the streets
sharing our adventures, our toys and our sweets

We had broomsticks for hosses and guns med of wood
we pretended to be cowboys, pirates, gangsters or even Robin Hood

We were raggy arsed kids who spent our days wearing  wellies
we daint have posh things like cars bikes or tellies

We were kids from the back streets who played in the gutters
charging about like dirty faced nutters

We'd play our games like football or cricket
with jumpers for goalposts and lamp posts as wickets

Hide and seek was a brilliant game
with it's "akey one two three whatshisname"

The girls had their own games like skipping with ropes
but us lads daint joint in cuz we daint want to look like dopes

On Saturday mornings we'd be off to the flicks
cheering on our heroes Flash Gordon, Roy Rogers and Tom Mix

Abbot and Costello and the Three Stooges would mek us laff
remember Francis the talking mule, now that was really daft

When the cowboys beat the indians we gave out a loud cheer
and when Lassie got injured we'd shed a secret tear

With colourful pirates we'd sail the Spanish Main
we'd help Casey Jones stop the runaway train

Our make believe heroes could do us no wrong
riding bravely into battle singing a song

The cinema took us away from our every day strife
and for a few hours it gave us a new lease of life

And now I'm grown up with kids of me own
I give out a chuckle when I hear em moan

They are living in houses that are fit for a Lord
with every gizmo and gadget and they still say they're bored

They don't need the cinema and games like we did
I'm sure things wuz better when I wuz a kid.
 
Nice one mate
I enjoyed that and remember
poems are like lobotomies - the first one's always the hardest so let's have another one soon ;)
 
:angel: Brilliant Postie, that brought back so many memories and made me feel like a kid again. (not that I ever grew up anyway).

Chris :angel:
 
That was terrific Postie - I really enjoyed it and it made me smile and brought back memories for me too.  Look forward to reading more of your verse :)
 
Well what a brilliant way to start off your poetry career..you took me right back there Postie (well not as far back as most of you cos I'm just a young pup)
 
I'm really pleased you posted it Jim.

I've never been able to write poems that reflect the way we lived, I can never express myself that well with rhyme, you on the other hand have made a fine job of it, and I look forward to seeing more.
 
Thank you for your kind words, Reggie, they mean a lot to me .
Peace and love to you and yours. O0
 
You have a rare gift my friend and I can see you in the not to distant future,
perhaps autographing some of your poetry books that no doubt will be
published.

Earthy stuff about ordinary folk.

You may at some time wish to try out different styles of poetry, but do not
forget your roots. We need your brilliance.

Robert
 
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