In the bookshop.
In Basildon.
We bonded.
You with your cookbooks.
Me behind the till.
You asked me around.
For tea.
Pie and cream.
I accepted.
There and then.
And gave you small change,
in love hearts and smiles.
In the bookshop.
In Basildon.
We bonded.
You with your cookbooks.
Me behind the till.
You asked me around.
For tea.
Pie and cream.
I accepted.
There and then.
And gave you small change,
in love hearts and smiles.
Comments
FTSE100 | November 2, 2008 - 13:05
Don't get all Delia-than-thou with me, matey. I lived in Basildon for a while btw - Clare Road. I even remember the bookshop, although not the pie and cream. Fun poem. Well done! :-)
ralph | November 2, 2008 - 13:53
Hello Mate,
I'm a Bas-Boy to the bone. Live in Yorkshire now though.
Bought up in Laindon. The Alcatraz estate. Go down weekely to look after the Panto at the Towngate.
Still have the odd pint in the Bulls Eye.
Cheers,
Ralph