Pocket Money
Pocket Money.
.
Pocket money
Was a way of shutting us pesky kids up
At least for the rest of the week
If Mum and Dad
Had the luck
.
Fifty pence
Was quickly spent
Out of one hand into another
A race to the shops
With your blisters or bruver
Straight to the post office
Or beeroff
For a comic
And sweets to scoff
.
Lots of goodies to entice
Comic in your back pocket
Gob full of spice
The corner shop had the lot
There wasn’t much what they
Hadn’t got
.
You felt like a millionaire
For at least two minutes
Then your patched up trouser pockets
Had nothing left in it
.
I always remember the nights
You’d read your comic under the covers
With a torch
After mum had turned of the light
,
The spice we bought were full of sugar
And real sweet
No wonder you got rotting teeth
.
We gobbed down Wagon wheels
Highland toffee palm violets cherry lips
Licorice and sherbet dips
Spangles milky bars wine gums and crunchies
Jelly tots Turkish delight Fruit salads and munchies
Love hearts pink panthers Spanish spice
And white mice were nice
Cola bottles milk bottles space bombs and rollos
Dairy crunch black current lollies candy cigarettes
Mu t imperials barley sweets and polos
And many more
Scoff scoff scoff
Until your gums were sore
.
Bottles of pop
Straight from the shop
Lucazade Lemonade Dandelion and burdock
Pennies for the bottles return
.
Lucky bags with even more spice
And a plastic false moustache
Sweets scoffed money spent
Poor Mum and Dad
Had now
To struggle with the rent.
.
Peter Dome.
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