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Lest we Forget

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Lest we Forget

I remember those days when just a kid,
the old ten shilling note, and the odd quid.*
Teddy boys in their drain pipes, fur collars
smelling of nicotine, street wise scholars.
Conkers,* glass alleys* and comics as well,
bow and arrows, gat* to ring the school bell.
Electric tram, trolley bus and steam train
holidays in Blackpool, not yet in Spain.
Left over stew, dripping dispersed on bread,
a choice of marg or jam, not both was spread.
Roly-poly pud with custard, oh yes
school dinners, oh the ridicule the stress.
Journey in to space radio drama,
while bathing in a tin bath pure karma.
Medicals at school and nit nurses too
combing for the eggs, washing with shampoo.
No drugs, only cigs in small packs of five,
fifty fifty dance halls, old and new thrive.
Outside loo, oh them freezing winter nights
oil lamps, a candle to enhance one’s lights.
High street fish and chip shop charging nine pence,
potato crisps, tab* of salt to dispense.
Tanners,* hape’ny’s* and those threp’ny* bits,
meccano sets, clockwork trains came in kits.
Motorbikes, British pride on just two wheels,
Triumph, BSA, a nation reveals.
Alas long gone these balmy days of laze,
happy to have played a part in this phase!

*Quid::::                        A one pound note (UK)
*Conkers:;;;                   Game played with the fruit of the horse chest nut tree.
*Glass Alleys:::::           A type of Marble for the game of marbles.
*Gat:::::                          A catapult, or slingshot..
*Tab:::                            One brand of crisps in the UK, place a small blue pack of salt in each packet
*Tanners::::                    A sixpenny coin
*Hape’ny’s:::                 A halfpenny coin
*Threp’ny bit:::::           A  Threepenny 12 sided coin, also called Thrupence depending      where one resided in the North of England 
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© Harry J Horsman 2012  

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  1. Date: 5/27/2013 4:09:00 AM
    hi soup

  1. Date: 1/10/2013 5:02:00 AM
    Harry that made me laugh, sounded like my Tad talking, he used to say he could get scrag ends at the chippie. For a penny. The bits of batter i think. Also the outside loo, big wooden seat with an oil lamp on it. And squares of newspaper, he said always something you hadnt read and the end would be missing. Lol. Thanks for making me sieve through my childhood memories of my parents talking to us. Never had it so good he said . Tongue in cheek I think. ....Seren

  1. Date: 11/27/2012 4:14:00 PM
    Nice Harry. A quick reminder of the young days. Thanks for sharing!!! :-)

  1. Date: 11/1/2012 12:47:00 PM
    Love the poem. I may only have been born in the eighties, but there are parts of this poem even I can reminisce about!

  1. Date: 10/26/2012 10:48:00 AM
    Sounds like a great place, thanks for taking us back with you.

  1. Date: 10/24/2012 11:10:00 AM
    Thanks for the translations. The took me to a different world. I could dig it.* dig it means understand.

  1. Date: 10/23/2012 8:05:00 PM
    Flawless read! Reminiscing on better days, when people were fun, and wealth was measured in laughter. Good images displayed throughout the rhyme!

  1. Date: 10/23/2012 3:36:00 PM
    Harry my friend you have a way with words and a great story teller. Enjoyed your road down that lane too. Michael

  1. Date: 10/23/2012 2:48:00 PM
    A fine stroll down memory lane,Harry.Really enjoyed this poem alot!Take care,Arild

  1. Date: 10/23/2012 2:02:00 PM
    that's the way to look at it, my friend. Pleased to have been part of it all. It's like me remembering the days of rock music and those 70's disco days and all the things entailed with my childhood. VERy beautiful nostalgic poem. WEll, my souping may be over for the day. I really need to be getting home. BYe now, andrea

  1. Date: 10/23/2012 1:51:00 PM
    Enjoyed your trip down memory lane..I did not understand entirely but seems very similar to what was once done in America just different words for the common items of the past..There was a time that there was penny candy or maybe even some would be two for a penny or three for a penny...Gone are those days..I am glad that I chose this one to read this afternoon..Thanks for the stop by my work...I appreciate the time spent there...Sara

  1. Date: 10/23/2012 1:46:00 PM
    MEMORIES OF CHILDHOOD CARRY OVER INTO PRESENT DAY SOMETIMES HARRY LUV .. ELEGANT EXPRESSION OF INNER FEELINGS .. THANKXX FOR WORD AND PHRASE FOOTNOTES LUV ..

  1. Date: 10/23/2012 1:45:00 PM
    I enjoyed reading your outstanding poetry today Harry. Love, Carol

  1. Date: 10/23/2012 11:22:00 AM
    Take care of childhood memories - or "the time that was" ..... - oxox / / Anne-Lise :)

  1. Date: 10/23/2012 11:11:00 AM
    Went to my nans old house in Sheffield about 4 years ago, still a row of outside loos but there is a bathroom inside now, and amazingly my deceased brothers name is still in the concrete in the alley when a repair was made over fifty years ago and he wrote it in the wet cement xx

  1. Date: 10/23/2012 10:28:00 AM
    Ohhh I too remember those 'outhouses' thanks for the quick ride down memory lane, I bet you'd enjoy my write Spring Sours Light & Love