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ROZZER AND A BOMB SITE 1957.

We were on a bomb site

off Harper Road

Enid and I and two

other kids

when a rozzer came along

and called us off

 

Enid was wide eyed

and scared her

old man would find out

and whack her one

 

what are you

doing on here?

the rozzer said

bomb sites are

dangerous places

now what's your name?

he asked one

of the other kids

 

Donald Mallard

the kid said

 

and you?

he asked

the other kid

 

Mickey Harvest

the kid replied

 

and you?

he asked me

hands in my jeans pockets

 

Benny Good

I said

 

and you?

he asked Enid

 

she's Enid Blyth

I said before Enid

could open

her shivering lips

 

he wrote them down

in a black book

you all live

around here?

he said

 

we nodded

 

well don't get on

here again or I'll

be visiting your parents

get it?

he said

now get off and away

 

I was looking

for stones

for my catapult

I said

 

I don't care

if you were looking

for flowers

for your old gran

now get

he said

 

we began to walk

off the bomb site

the other kids

walked down

Harper Road

 

Enid and I walked down

Rockingham Street

 

why did you say

my name was Enid Blyth?

Enid said

 

never tell a rozzer

your real name

I said

 

but those other boys did

she said

 

no they were giving

him false names

Donald Mallard

I said

is a run on Donald Duck

because a Mallard is a duck

and Mickey Mouse

as there's a harvest mouse

see?

I said

 

she opened her mouth

to say something else

but didn't

and we walked

on through the Square

to see if her old man

was home or not

 

he wasn't

so we went in her flat

and her mum made us

lemonade and we sat

in her lounge

out of the sun

and in the shade.

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Written by
TerryCollett
78 / M
Published
Jul 1, 2016
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KIDS ON A BOMB SITE IN LONDON IN 1957 AND A POLICE OFFICER.

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