There's a shop down the street
where all the school kids meet;
a shop of wonders and delight
all wrapped up in one big bite
Step inside this tasty paradise,
take a bite of fudge, take another slice;
jars full of gobstoppers and pear drops,
and in the freezer icicle pops.
Exploding mouths full of tingling space dust,
an amazing taste and a sugar rush;
cola bottles, flying saucers, and lemon sherbets
white chocolate mice, drumsticks, and candy cigarettes.
Spending pocket money every day
not worrying about tooth decay;
a bagful of happiness just for a penny,
keeping close to the chest, not sharing any.
Time to go home and enjoy the feast,
just for a few minutes at least;
until tomorrow after school
to the shop we all thought was cool.
Categories:
gobstoppers, 9th grade,
Form: Rhyme
Hiding in the bushes he waits to pounce,
he enjoys Goobers and Gobstoppers, right to the very last ounce.
He might settle for a Snickers or even a Kit Kat,
he’s black, shiny and sneaky this Halloween Cat.
He may cross your path and give you quite a fright,
but he just wants your candy on this October night.
This Halloween Kitty is surely not a joke,
he even knows the Heimlich just in case you should choke.
Please don’t mistake his kindness for weakness my friend,
he seeks to get your treats before this night’s end.
Take heed and beware of this Halloween Kitten,
he can see through your bag and with chocolate he’s smitten.
October 12, 2020
Halloween Meow Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Categories:
gobstoppers, halloween,
Form: Rhyme
We played hide and seek
Running around the park.
And a game called british bulldogs,
It really was a lark.
Then there was scrumping apples
And getting chased off by the man.
How we loved knock and run,
Oh, how fast we ran.
Of course there was footie
Sometimes fifteen a side.
On tv we watched the flintstones,
And laughed until we cried.
The sweetshop sold gobstoppers
Or maybe a sherbet dab,
A shiny stick of liquorice
Or an exciting lucky bag.
Our parents couldn't get us in,
How we loved to play.
There just never seemed to be
Enough hours in the day.
But our kids are technophobes,
They think we're dinosaurs.
Scoffing at our 'good old days'
Thinking we were bores.
I despair at the internet,
Technology, at a cost
Children glued to ipads,
A proper childhood lost.
I can imagine in the future
There's a point our kids will reach,
All contact will be online,
They'll have lost the power of speech.
Fresh air, and playing out
Will seem a relic from the past.
I fear there's no going back,
For the techno die is cast.
Entry for It's The End Of The Forms Series - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Broken Wings
5/10/2017
Categories:
gobstoppers, childhood, memory,
Form: Rhyme
A spider drank cider and was legless at breakfast
Now this placid arachnid with a shoddy wee body
Asked weevils so evil if they each had a needle
Could they just for a joke smoke while they poked
At erudite mites with myopic eyesight
And bedridden black beetles who bawled noon and night
At bow legged bees who could bumble and fumble
With wasps that were dishy but got into a tizzy
Watching high jumping fleas pee in the sea
Beside conniving cockroaches who approached in stagecoaches
Near trails of pale snails drinking buckets of ale
Sold by charming blow flies wearing spotted bow ties
In a dark damp old cellar with an ant storyteller
Whose sight had declined until he was blind
Who made up strange tales of fat whales with sharp nails
That fed on a diet of cat, sprat and rat
Carrying small bugs who never gave hugs
To horn-tailed yellow midges wearing red tartan breeches
And whopper leafhoppers sucking monster gobstoppers
So the spider could laugh like a three legged giraffe
And begin to grin at the insects chagrin
Categories:
gobstoppers, nonsense,
Form: Light Verse
Ye Olde Sweet Shoppe
Let's take a journey back in time to the 1900's
when children would delight in regular visits to
their sweet shop in England, they had a large
range of lollies and their eyes would all light up
at the sight of these delectable treats, they had
many different favourites like licorice and sherbet
that would melt in their mouth, mint rock, barley
sugar sticks, lollipops, humbugs, gobstoppers as
well as the famous hand made chocolates and
toffees and many more delicacies, the children
would drive their parents crazy until they got
their bag of sweets, in the end the parents had
to give in to their whims and they also bought
some for themselves to eat while relaxing at home.
We go back to the present and sweets are still on
display at the local supermarket, the nostalgia
has been replaced by commercial trading, turning
over huge profits for corporate business giants.
The good old days will never return as this is the
modern world of today's money hungry executives.
Written: 11th July 2013
Categories:
gobstoppers, nostalgia,
Form: Prose
I carry this 30 pound bag wherever I go,
Some call this item a purse,
I say burden!
Inside;
pink wallet with metallic stars
(not alot within except an unused gift card and an ID)
12 hair ties, all black
2 bottles nail polish
(1 is Lagoon blue, 1 is something called Rant)
6 dollars in change
2 books
lint roller
make-up bag
2 kinds of perfume
(a girl needs to smell pretty)
cell phone
cigarettes
2 lighters
5 pens, 2 pencils
notebook for poems
Sour Patch Kids and Swedish Fish
Gobstoppers
hand lotion
2 magazines
mp3 player
eye glasses with case
name tag for work
antibiotics and pain relievers
and a random cat toy, a blue mouse.
What a mess!
Categories:
gobstoppers, funny,
Form: List