The Golden Olden Days

by | May 21, 2015 | | 0 comments

Liberty bodices, long woolly socks
itchy vests, gingham and candy striped frocks,
hand me down clothes from my richer cousin,
handed down then to another dozen.

Holidays were always spent in the sun
at holiday camps where we kids had fun.
No washing machines, fridges, nor TV’s,
our time was spent larking around in trees.

If we were naughty we would get a smack
and we would never dare to answer back.
Sixpence a week was our pocket money
and a treat would be crumpets with honey.