TENNERS AND BOBS . . . .
Posted: 25 Jul 2020 10:09TENNERS AND BOBS . . . .
Back in the days of tenners and bobs,
When Mothers had patience and Fathers had jobs.
When football team players wore hand-me-down shoes,
And telly gave only two channels to choose.
Back in the days of threepenny bits,
When schools employed nurses to search for your nits.
When snowballs were harmless; ice slides were permitted
And all of your jumpers were warm and hand-knitted.
Back in the days of spicy ginger beers,
When children remained so for more than six years.
When children respected what older folks said,
And pot was a thing you kept under your bed.
Back in the days of ‘Listen to Mother’,
When neighbours were friendly and talked to each other.
When cars were so rare you could play in the street.
When doctors made house calls and police walked the beat.
Back in the days of Milligan's Goons,
When butter was butter and songs all had tunes.
It was sausages with veggies and gravy for tea,
And your annual break was a day by the sea.
Back in the days of trains blowing stream,
Fairy floss, Jaffas, and Peter’s ice cream.
When all children drank was milk in their glasses,
And teachers all stood at the front of their classes.
Back in the days of rocking and reeling,
When mobiles were things that you hung from the ceiling.
When woodwork and pottery got taught in schools,
And everyone dreamed of winning the pools..
Back in the days when I was a lad,
I can't help but smile for the fun that I had.
Hopscotch and roller skates; there were no snobs.
Back in the days of tenners and bobs.
Back in the days of tenners and bobs,
When Mothers had patience and Fathers had jobs.
When football team players wore hand-me-down shoes,
And telly gave only two channels to choose.
Back in the days of threepenny bits,
When schools employed nurses to search for your nits.
When snowballs were harmless; ice slides were permitted
And all of your jumpers were warm and hand-knitted.
Back in the days of spicy ginger beers,
When children remained so for more than six years.
When children respected what older folks said,
And pot was a thing you kept under your bed.
Back in the days of ‘Listen to Mother’,
When neighbours were friendly and talked to each other.
When cars were so rare you could play in the street.
When doctors made house calls and police walked the beat.
Back in the days of Milligan's Goons,
When butter was butter and songs all had tunes.
It was sausages with veggies and gravy for tea,
And your annual break was a day by the sea.
Back in the days of trains blowing stream,
Fairy floss, Jaffas, and Peter’s ice cream.
When all children drank was milk in their glasses,
And teachers all stood at the front of their classes.
Back in the days of rocking and reeling,
When mobiles were things that you hung from the ceiling.
When woodwork and pottery got taught in schools,
And everyone dreamed of winning the pools..
Back in the days when I was a lad,
I can't help but smile for the fun that I had.
Hopscotch and roller skates; there were no snobs.
Back in the days of tenners and bobs.
Peters ice cream in W.A.