There were rumours
of decimalisation.
A new decade in modernism
at Manor House Junior school.

It was the summer of 1970,
of Esso World Cup coins.
Fools gold for gallons.
My Dad didn’t own a car.

My best friend's name was Zolly.
He had a Rediffusion colour TV.
A yelping dog called Bugsy,
a softened bosomed mum.

And Rosa taught me to dance,
swallow a pickled herring.
She wore her world in beauty.
Just like Pele's final pass.