Poetry Thursday 32 - Whatever

 When I first began teaching the in phrase with children in Halifax was 'you don't fuss' which caused the hackles to rise in some circumstances. Whatever! 

Whatever

 

Whatever happened to

bread toasted on crackling fires

and radios connected by wires?

 

Or to

the bobbie on the beat

and playing in the street?

 

Or to

shops closed on Sundays

and Blackpool for holidays?

 

Or to

240 pennies in the pound

and milk roll that was round?

 

Or to

blue/black ink in fountain pens

and eggs collected from free range hens?

 

Or to

the cane in school

for playing the fool?

 

Or to

masters in black cloaks flitting like bats

and ladies wearing pinned Sunday hats?

Or to

ice cream delivered by boys on bikes

and children learning to ride their trikes?

 

Or to

new clothes bought on dividend days

and children going to church school on Sundays?

 

Or to

the rag and bone man with his horse and cart

and cars with handles for their engines to start?

© David L Atkinson March 2015

God Bless