Sixty years ago
I was seven years old,
With a puppy fat tum
And a snotty nosed cold.
A raggy arsed kid
With two scabby knees
And holes in my soles
And socks that stank like cheese.
But our slightly wealthy neighbours
Bought a black and white TV
And invited everyone in,
Yes, even scruffy me.
We spent the second of June
In wonder, ‘cos we’d seen
The glorious coronation
Of our dearly loved Queen.
This piece is from Ros Wilson for the 100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups Week #44
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