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Nicky Nocky Nine Doors 🤣

Nicky Nocky Nine Doors 🤣

We are a nation of finger tapping fiddlers

Right from us oldies down to our little tiddlers

If it isn’t a mobile phone we are playing with

It is a game console with two twiddlers..

What on earth has happened to those good old fashioned outdoor games?

When I was just a youngun’ we had loads of them with our own given names

There was Kerby when we threw a ball either side of our little lane

The goal was to bounce if off the kerb, but it used to race down our hill~Ha ha what a pain!!

Then there was that adult annoying, Nicky knocky nine doors

Teehee that was great harmless kiddies fun,
though it would often end up with you getting in the wars

Well you can bet your bottom dollar your Mother would always find out

And that was lethal back in my day, coz she used to give you a good clout!!

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Tony Taylor

My Goodness JILL!!....this brought back many childhood memories for me....our games were not quite the same.....but silly enough to make me chase the ball down the hill on many occasions! (smiles).....thanx for sharing this one my friend.....Loads of fun!!.....well done!!......LOVE & ROCKETS!!.....T xo  :  )

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Jill Tait

Awww I miss playing kerby lol 🤣❤️💕❤️

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