WHEN I WAS A LASS
Open fires, vendors cries, smoke that turned to smog
Lino feet and chimney sweep and husbands all have jobs!
Curling tongs, washday pongs, steam engines shining bright
Every day was magical with snow the purest white.
No ozone layer, Gary Player, football thugs in the street
Just happy days to stand and gaze, chew toffee apples sweet.
Chestnut roasting, stale bread toasting, apple stew and prunes
There lie all my memories, in some forgotten tune.
Here comes Muffin, Donald Duck, Whirligig and GI buck
The dopey Goons and air balloons,
Music played on rusty spoons
Propellered planes and unlit lanes
No locks on doors, or built on floors
But happy children's games!
No cruise at sea, or Sky TV - Our trip was down Southend
No Take That or Postman Pat, midfield or pitch defend.
Those cricket games played with famous names
No silly gear to wear
And picnics at the end of June, with just the bees to hear.
Tadpole fishing, wasteful wishing, butterflies to net and see
Collecting eggs for my tea
So can the idle youth dare say
It's 'great' today... Yesteryear was 'Boring'!
V M Cubitt
Martin Cubitt:
25/06/2022