By The Urban Poet
A little sweetshop on every street corner
in every parade, as if part of the order,
of life and time, so within this rhyme
we can reminisce,
of the tastes, delight, and sheer bliss,
the humble sweet has given us,
like a kiss, of life that soothes and calms,
excites and tempts.
Like pick and mix, Lucky bags of tricks
and treats, surprises to beguile, transfix.
Newsagents, newspapers, cigarettes,
tobacco, lots of sweets, Walls ice creams,
sherbet dips and minto’s.
A stand in the corner, post cards with jokes
Your first taste of spending money, but
you were spoiled for choice!
The lovely old lady behind the counter
with her hair up in a bun.
She never rushed you; knowing
that choosing was all part of the fun.
Standing there looking in wonder
at all the tasty swag, deciding what would
go in, to the little white paper bag.
Would it be: Flying saucers,
Barrett’s shrimps, rhubarb and custard,
white chocolate mice or fish and chips.
Aniseed balls, pineapple chunks,
cola bottles, or chewy lumps.
Midget gems, Spanish tobacco,
Chocolate limes and liquorice torpedoes
The sky was the limit, sugar wasn’t your enemy,
oh the joy of having sweet, sweet memories.