Mexico 1970

There were rumours,
of decimalisation.
A new decade in modernism,
at Manor House Junior school.

It was the summer of 1970.
Of Esso World Cup coins.
Fools gold for heroes.
My Dad didn’t own a car.

My best friends name was Zolly.
He had a brand new colour TV.
A yelping dog called Bugsy.
A Jewish bosomed mum.

And Rosa taught me to dance,
eat a pickled herring.
She wore the world in beauty.
Just like Pele's final pass.