TEA TIME
Clogs clacking down lane.
"Run 'n' put kettle on."
Pint mug er tea, brewd int mug,
Tea leaves flowtin' ont top.
Spoons er sugar pour'd in an'
Final placin' ont table wiv t'other pots from dinner.
My mum, lazy Bugger, 'asn't clear'd pots agen.
Sat theer readin' Women's Illustrated".
Da, ups wi' clogs an' kicks table o'er.
Clatter! Crack! Crash!
A shoutin' brawlin' noise sceered me te screamin'.
Bloody this! Bloody that!
Clogs stampin' owt te pub down lane
Leavin cryin' kids mung broken pots.
~ Annemarie 1968 © ~
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