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.