Sixpenny Poems - Poems about Sixpenny

...Roast beef on Rye. Pastrami on toast, a Rubin - I only have thinly sliced bologna. Not hungry anyway. Beyond a window, a dog is on my lawn, my mind shouts, surprisingly the dog seems to hear me.......

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...In London Town he was born and bred, A ramshackle abode down Popham St. In Queens' Cottages hunger was he fed, In London Town he was left for dead. The landings above the square surveyed Bins ......

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...I remember those days when just a kid, the old ten shilling note, and the odd quid.* Teddy boys in their drain pipes, fur collars smelling of nicotine, street wise scholars. Conkers,* glass alleys* a......

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