hi Sally -
yes and I had a pet pig and we ate him. Another poet friend of mine, Susan
Castillo, had the same experience in southern America and she wrote a poem
about it which was so uncanny to me - exactly the same!
best wishes
SallyE
they were on 23/12/04 9:43 pm, Sally James at [log in to unmask] wrote:
> 1950 yes I was just a very little girl. It brings back memories of coal
> fires and how I couldn't eat the christmas dinner because it was a chicken I
> knew and played with in the back yard. Hmm feel a poem coming on. Love your
> poems. Happy christmas SallyJ
>
>> From: Sally Evans <[log in to unmask]>
>> Reply-To: The Pennine Poetry Works <[log in to unmask]>
>> To: [log in to unmask]
>> Subject: Happy Christmas
>> Date: Thu, 23 Dec 2004 16:34:24 +0000
>>
>> pale bridge
>> sparkling white mountains
>> deserted toll booths
>>
>>
>> The Bad Old Days
>>
>> In 1950 gays were queers
>> and there were different tasting beers.
>> An alchy was over-fond of his tipple,
>> a wheelchair athlete was just a cripple.
>> PC was the Bobby on his bike
>> and everyone smoked as much as they like.
>> You could bash your kids with a boot or a bat
>> and a Deviant was someone without a hat.
>> Lesbians were Very Peculiar Women
>> and come to think of it there were far fewer on em,
>> there was no divorce so you just had to bicker.
>> Abuse was being rude to the vicar.
>>
>> Oh don't you wish it was 1950
>> when a psychopath was someone shifty,
>> Poets wrote poems in a Citadal
>> and the rest of us could go to hell.
>>
>>
>> Happy Christmas
>> Sally Evans
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