Filey Butlins 1960 something

Filey England 1960 something. 

 

The shed smells of shit

 

Its not a shed its a chalet

Its boxed happiness

Its freedom

From desolation

Its a summery

Destination

With a swimming pool

 

Full of polio

 

Cold shivering 

skinny kid

 

Its the place

We leap

Like national sheep

Laughing in unison

Drunken fornication

Shimmering castigation

We were all happy

Happy happy happy

To crowd together

Whatever the weather

Cause it was meant

As social sophistication

For a working mans

Nation

 

Yer dads having a pint

You can have a coke

Mums having a cuppa 

While she has a smoke

 

Parades and dances

Holiday romances

Tom fools prances

Late to bed

After those in red 

With painted smiles

Said welcome

And handed us 

a badge from hell

 

What else to say

I couldn’t sleep

The bed was different

And I didn’t 

like the smell.

 

 

 

 

 

◄ New York New York Bronx.

Granddad. ►

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Paul Sayer

Tue 30th Jun 2020 15:02

The truth of it YES the naked truth of it as it truly was... IS

Great write Phil
Po

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