Jam-jar mobile homes

For tiddlers as a kid,

I speculated in vain

Whither went the lid

Sweet student summer

Molten and strawberry

Castor candy foundry

Damson, grape, cherry

Blanched fruit in drums

Pectin sugar and colour,

Without which your jam

Would look much duller

Buff overalls crisply caked

Treacly crystallised hair,

Boss boilers wielding...

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I was a student at the time so

Lodgings were par for the course

I'll never forget Balham and

Mrs Gleeson, or was it Gleeful?

She'd knock on my door late at night

Usually there was some pretext,

A dog barking or a creaking stair

Then she'd sit on the bed and

Offer me a fag

It was only a matter of time

Uninhibited is the only word

I was left covered in scratches

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