A long time ago
The memories keep on coming,
When I was just a lad.
Playing hooky, hiding in the woods,
Carrying my old school bag.
Picking chestnuts off the floor,
Stabbing fingers,spikes galore.
Getting home in time for tea,
Wondering what my mams done me.
I hope that it's fish fingers,
And a great big plate of chips,
Dunking them in red sauce,
I want to smack my lips.
So there you have it,
Just in time.ive just made,
Chestnuts,there, sauce and time,
And not forgetting fish to rhyme.
Copyright © Simon Hamill | Year Posted 2020
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