Chana had a bike
and I had a scooter
she moaned a lot
and I did not
she wore clothes
her mother said
she had to wear
I wore
what was left to wear
from the day before
she loved sweets
and ice lollies
I loved licorice sticks
and sarsaparilla
she hated vegetables
and meat pies
I hated liver
and fish with eyes
she said
why don't you
go play elsewhere
and leave
my brother to me?
go ask your brother
I said
and then we'll see
he said not her but me
so Chana went off
in a huff
riding her bike
like a bat
from Hell
Chana
was my best friend's
sister not
(thank God) my girl.
May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 3:58 PM UTC
Chana had a bike
and I had a scooter
she moaned a lot
and I did not
she wore clothes
her mother said
she had to wear
I wore
what was left to wear
from the day before
she loved sweets
and ice lollies
I loved licorice sticks
and sarsaparilla
she hated vegetables
and meat pies
I hated liver
and fish with eyes
she said
why don't you
go play elsewhere
and leave
my brother to me?
go ask your brother
I said
and then we'll see
he said not her but me
so Chana went off
in a huff
riding her bike
like a bat
from Hell
Chana
was my best friend's
sister not
(thank God) my girl.
A BOY AND HIS BEST FRIEND'S SISTER IN 1950S LONDON.
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