Lulu Selling Tea

May I be allowed to voice dissent

Over the Sixties, and what they meant

Cos I’ve been listening for twenty years

The anecdotes ring in my ears

From people who were over the age of consent

Now I don’t recall too much long hair

At least not around where we used to stay

The only guy we thought was okay

Who wore his hair the Beatles way

Was a Belfast boy that Man United play

Mother’s Pride on the table, Batman on TV

A Man in a Suitcase, and Daktari and Skippy

Jimmy Clitheroe, Colin Stein, and Lulu selling tea

Going to school in the dark, in the winter

The view from beneath my balaclava

The world from four feet off the floor

Must have had its limitations

Without my adult complications

But I can only report what I saw

And I saw…

Lucky bags, Bazooka Joes, animal tracks on my shoes

I was sooking milk through a straw

in the middle of the morning

Saturday morning pictures, and fireworks getting thrown

Football songs in the shelter in the playground

St Cuthbert’s horses pulling the carts of the milkmen

You know, it’s funny, but

I don’t recall too much long hair