When Saab ruled the world
And it was knit one two pearled
And Morris was a minor
No times were any finer.
The lifekeeper kept the keys
As I sat on Grandma’s knees
And Grandpa often teased.
I sat and ate my rusks
But those rusks are now just empty husks
Of a bygone time.
Of knickers on the washing line
And coals upon the open grate.
The dinners of time of which I have ate
Have passed,
I have amassed
Memories in miles teardrops and smiles
Wrinkles and crinkles.
And now on the brink I sit and I think
Of space invaders Roy rogers raiders.
The Flintstones.
Me and Mr’s Jones.
Oh what joy!
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