Awesome armies
the kings very own
We came here despite singing over burgles
Dustmen under contract
Lilies lay bleeding in black bags
We are still whistling
Chickens languishing in street
Actresses older than thought
give commandeering comedies
Tis the talk of the town
cuckold husbands straddling
the saddle of despair
Dustmen were dirty
Shoes had holes
Typewriters qwerty
Clothes were old
School was tough, kids were rough
Summers were always, quite cold
Three-day week
No power at night
Week after week another union strike
Nothing to do, so early to bed
Wake the next day to no loaves of bread
No central heating
Winters were freezing
No phone tweeting
Less coughing and sneezing
TV was great, watching films late
The Friday night Hammer, the best to see
British bulldog we played,
as gangs in the street
The shop round the corner,
had all the best sweets
And despite everything, when all’s said and done
The discontented decade was still lots of fun!
Corners blunt and blue
a hardened mold to meet
carry baggage seldom seen
a soap box on the street
Borden's white dare to fade
a peddler pulled the page
farmers daughter drawing near
soon to become of age
Streets still hold her beat
in calls that thrill the ear
reached echos and passing feet
smoke has disappeared
Decades do loom and roam
here tomorrow is standing still
memories that found a home
weathered, dustmen mill
Dustmen bell the cat
Collect domestic refuse-
Meager salary.