Synaesthesia Magazine Green - Page 29

When arguments were set with fists,

or Chinese burns on both your wrists;

Pinch, punch and dead legs just for spite,

and pulling jerseys… Was a fight!

When pens had nibs and proper ink,

and dad shaved in the kitchen sink.

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The phone lived in a big red box,

most kids caught several sorts of pox;

Or rickets; And the measles too,

and no-one dreamed of sniffin‟ glue!

When thick ears came in twos and threes,

for scrumpin‟, backchat, climbin‟ trees.

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The trains we spotted ran on steam,

and vans came round with fresh ice cream;

Fish vendors came with wooden carts,

and shops sold blackjacks, canes and hearts;

When all gents‟ barbers walked with limps,

and dads cleared blocked up flues with „Imps‟.

When Health & Safety was your mum,

and sailors got a tot of rum;

The flicks had children‟s matinees,

for sixpence each on Saturdays;

With pea shooters and maché balls,

to pelt the kids down in the stalls.

It‟s better now, or so I‟m told,

perhaps it‟s „cause I‟m getting old;

I don‟t remember downtrod masses,

looking back through rose tint glasses;

I do remember having fun,

a childhood playing… In the sun

Photograph: Carlotta Eden