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MY CHILDHOOD HERO

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MY CHILDHOOD HERO


Every Tuesday on the dot,
I would be off to the newsagent like a shot.
A solitary sixpence,all my wealth to pick up 
my favourite comic from his shelf.Not the 
Beano,Beezer,Dandy or Eagle...
the Hotspur and Wizard were my kings regal.
To read of my hero W W Wilson,the wonder man,
sporting giant extraordinaire,batted bowled and ran.
Soccer ,cricket were a piece of cake,
he left all others in his wake.
Give him the ball and the game was soon over,
he even outscored Roy of the Rover.
Bowling right armover,on a sixpence seven times from eight,
well above average Wilson was incredibly great.
He'd bowl all day at one twenty an hour,never stopping to 
take  shower!
In futuristic black body suit,an English record breaker 
without dispute.My inspiration,this imagined prince,
never bettered then,before or since!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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