In their finest

Fairground, Poetry
Salford, 9th January 2019

On a Sunday morning,

In the bright sunshine

You’ll see them all

In their finest

Taking a walk

With husband or wife

Along with the children,

Escaping the strife

No work for the blacksmith

The shops are all closed

They’ve all been to church

So a walk is proposed

And while making their way

To the local town fair

Some humbugs and sweets

The family will share

As mum and dad rest

In their boaters and hats

The children play games

With the balls and their bats

Strut

Accidents, Poetry, Schooldays

Strut

Looking down the Trafford Road

the kid has got some moves

walking as he listens to his i pod

and the latest grooves

 

Weaving tween the old un’s

he laughs and hums his dunes

Strutting like a cockerel

as he listens to his tunes

 

Confidence is Booming

he’s got the ladies eye

Only to catch a loose paving stone

and into a signage pole – he’ll fly