You don't See Grubby Kids no More

What happened to eating dirt?

You don't see grubby kids no more,

No mudrats scrabblin' on the floor,

No kids in pits with half a spade

Eating from the piles they've made.

 

Went walking down the beck last week,

No scamps appeared to give me cheek,

No cobblin' dens or swishing twigs,

No dang-erling from Locksy Bridge,

No boys on bikes to roll the bumps

Or wheelie past and brave the jumps,

No laughs, no shouts and no large 'splash!'

No stings, no bites and no strange rash.

 

No random fights, no war of gurns,

No scaring fish or flinging worms,

No scramble to the flimsy bow,

No running from the herd of cows

To find their shoes stuck in a 'pat'

Or stains of dog s**t where they’ve sat.

 

They’re scanning boxes, stuck at home,

Polished by consumer chrome.

Life is dead, I’m pretty sure -

You don’t see grubby kids no more.

Author's Note

I don't usually mess with full rhyme in poetry, it's too clichéd and comedic. Here then, is a different tone of poem from me.

Reviews

[joshua deathdealer]

Yea what is going on. When I was growing up we ran in dozens on these streets. Raising hell really, now I don't think I've seen a single kid outside other than when the school bus lets them out. Great topic and well written.

[magenta24uk]

I quite like it. It is a view expressed quite a bit but you have judged the tone and wording well. I would like to see the ending a little longer. lamenting on the loss of outdoor fun and the rise of computer obsessed children, but I did enjoy it.