Liverpool in the 50s
In Liverpool in the fifties, a joint was a piece of meat
No playing out on Sundays, no fag-ends in our street
Rows of houses, two up two down
Babies outside in their prams
"Lets go down the Pier Head! Lets all get the tram!"
Coal fires in the class-rooms, milk warming in the hearth
Walking home from school on your own; didn't matter about the dark
Bins were made of metal, and fitted in the back-yard wall
Give the ragman your old cardy for a goldfish or a ball
"Mam, mam! Here's the coal man!"
"Quick, go round the back, you've got to watch this fella..." she'd say, "or he'll give us nutty slack!"
By Elaine M Thompson