Fun

You can’t beat friends in Childhood
Fun was safe, fun Was good
Playing out to near after dark
At the big or little park
Swinging on the Witches hat
Stood screaming or tightly sat
Never leaved early to go home
Even with cuts or broken bones
Can play while the streetlights are out
If not the the parents would shout
On the corners playing Forty forty
Only being slightly naughty
Climbing over neighbours fences
Lying flat behind their hedges
Laughing with heads spinning
Never cared whose was winning
Climbing up the sides
Of the deathly metal slide
Ripping trousers on the way down
Scream in pain and laugh aloud
Fun and near misses
Holding hands and secret kisses
Swinging high by our feet
Jumping off, falling on concrete
The most Popular of course
The old faithful rocking horse
Holding on with white knuckles
Before the rails breaks and buckles
The Older kids acting cool
The rubbish bin was always full
Take me back to the grass
Where friends were the best class
We used to play, used to live
Sometimes fought but always forgive
It’s a shame that youth had to end
But you never forgive your childhood friends

Greatest days

Take me back
To that time of innocence,
Eating Thunder Cat crisps
Drinking Shandy at twenty pence

Always having to go home
When it’s raining or gets dark,
And the only major choice
Was to go big or little park

Playing games for hours
Jumping off the swings,
Pretending it doesn’t hurt
When it really really stings

Scaling the massive slide
First up to the top wins,
Sliding back down on our back
Next time on our shins.

No health and safety padding
No soft cushion under our feet,
When we fell off a ride
We Smashed down on the concrete

The witches hat was mental
Clanging up towards the sky,
But it was the best thrill
Holding on or probably die

Kissing on the wooden benches
Or Playing forty, forty,
It was lively, noisy, and crazy
No-one had time to be naughty

Lads playing football
Girls giggling as they play,
Crushes came and went
Changing from day to day

Best friends forever
You never forget your mates,
Arguments came and went
No time for long term hates

Take me back to the endless days
Of having fun without a care,
The Memories wont be beaten
If I could choose, I would go back there.