Them Times

I remember them days When the bunting was hung. From lampost to gate post Was the thing to be done Mis-matched tables All together in a row. Covered in tablecloths Union jacks on show All of the neighbors Making sandwiches and treats. I remember being so eager To get my seat. Then all of us would smile, For there was so much food We would be here for a while. After we had eaten all that we can, That's when the real fun and games began. Mothers and fathers All tied at the knee. Racing each other was so funny to see. We would race, But stood in a sack. I don't think I ever made it there and back. The fun would continue Right into the night. With fun and laughter And not one single fight. I miss them times, I want them back, With my table full of food And my union jack.