Early fifties,
Lancastrian rows,
All cobbled neat.
Anna-Frid, Bennie,
Agnetha, et al
In a two up, two down
Formation,
‘Avin’ a kick-about
In the street.
Then, from t’ kitchen window
A rollered head pops out
Spreading lavender and fear:
“Where’s Bjorn?!
Yer little bugger!
Time for yer tea!!”
“‘Ere mam! I’m ‘ere!
Mam I’m ‘ere!”
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