I'm not usually one for poetry but I was feeling a bit nostalgic yesterday and so I penned the following:
4 o’clock on a Saturday,
“We’ll set off after the wrestling”
41 bus to Manor Top,
“Don’t go upstairs, too smoky”
Walk down Prince,
Tuffolds Close, cuddle from Grandma
Grandad kicks the dog.
Teatime results, United win at Burnley,
“You’re still going down” says Uncle John
No Currie and Reece for tea
Sausage on a fork,
Slice of bread and gravy
Doctor Who, The Man From UNCLE,
TV Times, Titbits and Reveille.
Barnard’s sweet shop, nice warm glow
Pick up the Green ‘Un – BLADES TOO SHARP
Back on the bus, “is there any chance, Dad?”
“If we beat Chelsea , we might have some hope”
Joe’s Ice Cream Van – where is she now?
“She’s at the top of Carr Forge Road!”
Back home for Match of The Day,
Football League Ladders,
Hot chocolate,and it’s time for bed
Big match next Saturday
“What’s it like in Division 2, Dad?”
“Oh, son, it’s not so bad”