Coke from the fridge,
Bananas, cherries,
Mum when she's had
A couple of sherries;
Ice-cream and jelly,
Nearly everything on telly:
Cartoons, westerns,
Comedy, pop-
Start on that
I'll never stop;
The taste of parsley,
Vinegar, mustard,
School chocolate pudding
With green custard;
Waking up
On a Saturday morning:
Weekend thoughts dawning;
Old jeans-
Who cares if I get a rip in?
The taste of a Cox's Orange Pip-pin;
Sailing in a boat;
The smell of creosote;
Chips all squashy
From the shop in town,
Or Mum's chips, crips
And golden brown;
Great blobs of candy floss
And hotdogs at the fair,
My bed, my new bike,
My favourite chair...
I could go on forever
If I wanted to-
And so, I expect, could you.
by Eric Finney
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