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when we were kids

WHEN WE WERE KIDS

When we were kids, we would climb trees, we would bang our heads we would skin our knees, when we would ask we would always say please,
We would play out all day, but be back for tea, it was a fun time to be kids for you and for me,

There were no C.D. players or colour telly, us kids were in heaven with just ice cream and jelly, we would pay out quite happy even in the deep snow, and moan like crazy when we had to go,

Out one hour after getting out of bed, we would go and play war, in my dads old shed,
If we got thirsty and we’d have to stop, we’d have a glass of water, called corporation pop, we’d scrump apples and make our selves sick, and dad would threaten to whack us with a big stick,

At school in the play ground we’d play kiss chase, well except for big Brenda as she’d slap your face, we were boys through and through, sometime loud most times rude,
The games that we played in our group, in our gang, were boy’s games, not girlies
Games, with skipping and such, no as for girls, well we didn’t care for them to much,
 
They wouldn’t play who can fart the loudest, that went to Steve a title of which he was proudest, or who can pee the highest of all, that was eggo, just watch me he said,
He held his breath, till he was near death, then let fly with blood curdling cry, and peed like there was no tomorrow, but a small gust of wind, captured the stream, and he managed to pee on the top of his head, we fell about laughing, we just couldn’t stop, it was funnier than Brenda getting into a strop, we rolled with mirth, and giggled with glee to see poor eggo cover with pee,

Forty years later I’m married to Brenda, with three kids two of them boys, the world has changed, but I miss those days, of innocence, and pure fun, when boys were boys and girls were confusing, well there not really any better even thirty years on, eggo is bald, as bald as a coot, and Steve well he died in a crash. But we all still get together once or twice a year, we drink our drinks, then we all stand a toast to Steve the loudest farter in all the land.         

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  • Sheilasbabygal4life
    October 15
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    Hehe! This was good. I really enjoyed reading this. Thanks for enterng and best of luck too you in the contest.


  • mystic-angel gold member
    November 10, 2008

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    Ha ha that made me giggle. That sounds like you had a wonderful time as a child. I miss those innocent times! Thanks for your entry and good luck.


  • My Milieu
    November 9, 2008
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    Haha, nice. This is pretty awesome.


  • Peachy
    June 9, 2008
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    This cracked me up so much!!!!
    What an awesome poem, I loved it!
    Good Luck!

  • EmeraldDaze
    April 30, 2008

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    Pretty good. Though there were CD players and color TVs when I was a kid(which was not very long ago) I still can relate to the feeling of missing "the good old days." The poem felt a bit like paragraphs, but was still enjoyable.


    • santonix
      May 1, 2008
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      when i was a kid, there wasnt even a calculator, men had not landed on the moon,and every thing was broardcast in black and white. 1963.....


  • Poet Brokenheart
    August 31, 2007
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    ah, the good old days, exactly as I remembered. Thanx. Good Luck in the contest


  • Envelope
    August 13, 2007

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    honest, simple, and pure, what comes from your hearts mind, beautiful and depressing, just like life

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