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Plastic plates and pink custard!

Plastic plates and pink custard!

Tight grey shorts,
Legs red raw,
Walking to school,
In a stroppy mood,
It's the end of the world,
The dog's ate my homework,
What shall I say to the teacher,
As she stares like the grim reaper!
"Mr Stubbs where's your English? No more jokes!"
"Sorry miss, Pepsi got hungry, so instead it was jumpers for goal posts!"
Dinner time came, I sat next to this girl,
Again, for me, it's the end of the world!
I didn't know how to speak, I was all red and flustered,
All I remember of this time was plastic plates and Pink custard!
I stared out the window, I was easily distracted,
Waiting for school to end so I could enjoy football practice,
I look back on my junior days with fond memories,
I can almost taste the milk in glass bottles,
I can almost feel running home full throttle,
Wanting to catch my favourite T.V. show different strokes,
Before my big brother came home and stole the remote!
Sack of tatties and a dozen eggs
Beans in the supermarket cost 7 pence
We were quite poor, my dad stocked them up,
But it was happy smiles and food in the cupboard,
At least we didn't have plastic trays and pink custard!
We had our chores, hoovering and washing the dishes,
It was no playing out, until them were done and homework was finished,
We played football until it got dark and the streetlights came on,
Then we heard that yelling sound, come on, get yourselves in!
Again, it's the end of the world
Again, we would never learn
Again,
Tight grey shorts,
Legs red raw!
Walking to school,
In a stroppy mood,
As I know at dinner time, I'm going to get all flustered,
Sitting opposite to Jane with plastic plates and Pink custard!Β 

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Nine Eleven

Great story Wayne, I remember my days in school, I hated it, school that was, there was this one day, my mam was sick, "again" and my dad had to go to work, he rang the school and instructed us to come home immediately, ye, half day. My two brothers and I where told to walk from the school around the corner back to the house, what could go wrong but we, being 3 boys got up to no good. I found a piece of steel pipe and proceeded to launch it up into the air, I think I was trying to smash a street light but unfortunately it came back down and smacked my little brother on the head. That was it, we where fucked.

Stick a cap on him, he'll be grand my older brother said, I wasn't so sure as the blood trickled down his face, how do we stop him from crying, we'll bribe him, but we got home and my dad noticed immediately, he couldn't go to work, he had to go the hospital, 6 stitches Mr McGowan, the doctor said. Hungry that night we went to bed.Β 

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Wayne Stubbs

?? absolutely brilliant comment haha it's crazy what we did as kids, we'd never let our kids do the same haha brilliant ?????

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Patricia Robson

Nicely nostalgic and very british, lovely read. Really enjoyed it!

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