Extolling the Virtues of a Mundane Past

In the Bash Street Kids, there was always Smiffy.

I loved Jimi Hendrix, he was very riffy.

My first curry, produced excrement niffy.

Even a day later, it was all a bit wiffy.

The rites of passage, with a stiffy.

Some great boxers, all biffy.

The neighbours calling, "I'll see you in a jiffy."

Never a teddy boy - hair not quiffy.

Like all life - my time was iffy!