Long Beano Poems

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Premium Member Those Were the Days

Five stones     
                 closing times
radiograms and
               seventy-eights
school caps
               sticklebacks
saturday flicks,pooh sticks

Charabancs
               steam trains
linoleum
               oil cloth
mangles
               fish paste
sandwich spread

Hot towel shaves
        cut-throat razor
shopping baskets
          paper bags
braces,plimsoles
short,back
           and sides

Wizard beano
         and hotspur
lending libraries
picturegoer,
                road to
Bridget Bardot
            Marilyn Monroe

Dripping 
           coal fires
antimacassars
nylons,suspenders
crumpets 
           and toast

Brown and mild
        barrelled beer
conkers,school milk
blackboard rubbers
          and liftup desk lids
times-tabled 
                school-kids

Draughts
        and allotments
rusty bikes
         roller skates
satchels and scrumping
pounds,shillings
             and pence
Form: Verse


The Reunion

The Reunion

I’ve been invited to a classroom reunion,
I can see my old chums over there.
Geordie Cockle has got a green suit on,
While Denver Crisp, is sporting no hair.

These people don’t look as I remember,
Some are grey, some old and some fat.
Willy Heather is in parliament as a member,
Lisa Tabby, has brought her new cat.

The years haven’t been kind to Tim Jolly,
But made a looker of Beverley Sprite.
Dandy Beano is still a right wally,
Sharing bad jokes and drinking all night.

Danny Sergeant has just left the army,
With a medal to make us all proud.
Des Troy clenches a fist and goes barmy,
Describing his war, to an avid small crowd.

Trudy Trotter now owns a small Pig farm,
Making bacon for the town folk of Wick.
Amy Fry prints Tee shirts “Keep Calm”,
and Tim Throup left early, feeling sick.

The problem with the old-school reunion,
Is the boasting, tall tales and the rest.
Familiar old faces, but no playground fun.
Why did I reply, to my reunion request?
© Kevin Shaw  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Poetry In Motion Contest Wilson

Every Tuesday on the dot,
I would be off to the newsagent like a shot.
A solitary sixpence,all my wealth
to pick up my favourite comic from his shelf.

Not the Beano,Beezer,Dandy or Eagle...
the Hotspur and Wizard were my kings regal.
To read of my hero W W Wilson,the wonder man,
sporting giant extraordinaire,batted bowled and ran.

Soccer ,cricket were a piece of cake,
he left all others in his wake.
Give him the ball and the game was soon over,
he even outscored Roy of the Rover.

Bowling right armover,on a sixpence seven times from eight,
well above average Wilson was incredibly great.
He'd bowl all day at one twenty an hour,
never stopping to take a shower!

In futuristic black body suit,
an English record breaker without dispute.
My inspiration,this imagined prince,
never bettered then,before or since!
Form: Quatrain

Beano

The chara’ left the pub at seven thirty
The lads were there on time, and full of cheer
We heads off for the seaside, on our beano
Me mates and me and loads of lovely beer
As soon as we starts moving we starts drinking
A couple, just to help to calm us down
Pretty soon, I’ve had a half a dozen
And that’s before the bus gets out of town
Half way there we stops off for our breakfast
A fry up’s what you need to set you right
 I sits down and I tucks in to full English
At this rate I won’t last until tonight
Back on board we has a few more bevy’s 
Only half an hour to the coast
Then in the pub we drinks a fair few whiskies
Before we all sits down for Sunday roast
We drinks right through until the wee small hours
I never thought I ever would survive
The next time they all go out on a beano 
They’ll have to get some other mug to drive

©  John W Fenn  10-08-2009
© John Fenn  Create an image from this poem.

Premium Member Past Times 2

Five stones
                closing times
radiograms and
              seventy-eights
school caps
              sticklebacks
saturday flicks,pooh sticks

Charabancs
              steam trains
linoleum
              oil cloth
mangles
              fish paste
sandwich spread

Hot towel shaves
        cut-throat razor
shopping baskets
          paper bags
braces,plimsoles
short,back
          and sides

Wizard beano
        and hotspur
lending libraries
picturegoer,
                road to
Bridget Bardot
            Marilyn Monroe

Dripping
          coal fires
antimacassars
nylons,suspenders
crumpets
          and toast

Brown and mild
        barrelled beer
conkers,school milk
blackboard rubbers
          and liftup desk lids
times-tabled
                school-kids

Draughts
        and allotments
rusty bikes
        roller skates
satchels and scrumping
pounds,shillings
            and pence
Form: Rhyme


Premium Member H-Less Jon

Found a new friend, his name is Jon
Asked him, 'where the heck is your H?'
He tried to recall and seemed to remember
There was a shortage in 1938

Parents failed to put their order in on time
So Jon was basically out of luck
His H has been missing ever since then
Poor guy it really must suck

Imagine all the times people have asked him
Likely driving him out of his beano
Certainly can't be blamed for a tirade or two
Heard he's heavily into the vino

Strange how a small thing like a missing H
Can affect one's psyche to the core
If you happen to have an extra H lying around
He'll pay a big bunch of moolah I'm sure

Found a new friend, his name is Jon...

© Jack Ellison 2012
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member My Sporting Inspiration

re-post inspired by Brenda's contest

THE HERO

Every Tuesday on the dot,I would be off to the newsagent like a shot.A solitary 
sixpence,all my wealth to pick up my favourite comic from his shelf.Not the 
Beano,Beezer,Dandy or Eagle...the Hotspur and Wizard were my kings regal.To 
read of my hero W W Wilson,the wonder man,sporting giant extraordinaire,batted 
bowled and ran.
Soccer ,cricket were a piece of cake,he left all others in his wake.Give him the 
ball and the game was soon over,he even outscored Roy of the Rover.Bowling 
right armover,on a sixpence seven times from eight,well above average Wilson 
was incredibly great.He'd bowl all day at one twenty an hour,never stopping to 
take  shower!
In futuristic black body suit,an English record breaker without dispute.My 
inspiration,this imagined prince,never bettered then,before or since!
Form: Ballade

Premium Member My Childhood Hero

Every Tuesday on the dot,
I would be off to the newsagent like a shot.
A solitary sixpence,all my wealth to pick up 
my favourite comic from his shelf.Not the 
Beano,Beezer,Dandy or Eagle...
the Hotspur and Wizard were my kings regal.
To read of my hero W W Wilson,the wonder man,
sporting giant extraordinaire,batted bowled and ran.
Soccer ,cricket were a piece of cake,
he left all others in his wake.
Give him the ball and the game was soon over,
he even outscored Roy of the Rover.
Bowling right armover,on a sixpence seven times from eight,
well above average Wilson was incredibly great.
He'd bowl all day at one twenty an hour,never stopping to 
take  shower!
In futuristic black body suit,an English record breaker 
without dispute.My inspiration,this imagined prince,
never bettered then,before or since!
Form: Narrative

Premium Member Till the Day I Keel Over

My gait is much slower
My memory's shot
The hair on my beano
Is thinning a lot

My mind doesn't notice
Thinks nothing's changed
Who am I kidding
I must be deranged

Now starting to notice
These things that occur
On a near daily basis
Pretty normal I'm sure

But seeing that this
Is my first time around
Each day's like no other
But exciting I've found

Hope I've still got
Some fun days ahead
Winding up in a home
Is something I dread

But I'll still write poetry
Till the day I keel over
My life's been amazing
Not one complaint ever

Feel so damn fortunate
To have lived my life free
A shining example of
What a life oughtta be

© Jack Ellison 2013
Form: Quatrain

Premium Member Dan Dare

Dan Dare
by Robert (Bob) Moore (c) 2016

Clean your room my mam would say, it’s like a sty in there
I’d start to do what I was told, then find Eagle and Dan Dare
The Dandy and the Beano, soon would come to light
all those comics of my youth, 1’d buy each Friday night

It all brings back memories, of when I was a kid
and when I started work, the first thing that I did
I took over buying the comics, on a Friday night
dad had always bought them, but now it was my right

I was earning money, and passed the paper shop each day
so now it was my turn, to get them on the way
Eagle, Dandy, Beano, Girl for my sisters too
rainy weekend coming up, something for us to do

But right now I am in deep space, with Dan Dare and his crew
fighting space invaders, our hearts so brave and true
the Mekon and his Treens, from out Venus way
came to earth to conquer, it was Dan Dare who saved the day

But who’s that sending thought waves, “is that room finished yet
you’ve been in there for 2 hours now, hope you did not forget”
Pushing all the comics, back in the cupboard quick
almost finished now mam, I’ll be out in just a tick

just gotta finish off these Treens, and give Mekon the flick
Form: Rhyme

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