THE HEADBANGERA Poem by Phil Roberts
When I was very young
Certainly pre-school age I had a little tricycle which I loved One day I decided that I could ride it down steps I was wrong "Whaaaaaah! Me 'air 'urts!" "He's banged his head. You're alright You're not bleeding so shut up skriking." A day or two later on the same tricycle Tearing down the hill opposite our house In the middle of the road It was a time when cars were rare on council estates Indeed, ice-cream men rode push-bikes With big ice boxes on the front containing his wares And there was one on the road Of course, I managed to hit it "Whaaaaaaaa!!!" "There there, yer alright, lad. Have a free ice-cream." "Whaaaa - oh, ok." My parents kept the front gate closed after that I wasn't tall enough to reach the latch They wouldn't let me ride my tricycle Unless there was an adult present So now that I was safe I promptly fell over the dog and banged my head on the gate "Whaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!" By Phil Roberts © 2016 Phil Roberts |
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Added on February 19, 2016 Last Updated on February 19, 2016 AuthorPhil Robertsmacclesfield, north-west, United KingdomAboutI'm from the north-west of England where the rain lives. I am retired and a grandfather to many. I've led an "interesting" life, i suppose you could say, with lots of laughter and a few tears, like mo.. more..Writing
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