Charlesworth

Bang in the middle of Beech Road,

just past the prefabs,

on the way home from school

in the first year,

was where Charlesworth told me

what mums and dads did in bed.

And the way it was afterwards:

I can rebuild more or less

the tall brick wall of his house

which we used plus the fence

of the one next door for unarmed

cricket up the narrow path between.

And more or less

the way I remember,

I can dog-tongue after sixes

misfielded by the hedge,

count the balls that weren't counted,

and deserving a bat at last,

be a sadist's set of stumps

before limping home to tea,

and sitting with what he said,

wondering if it showed.

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Reviews

[Kent Rawski]

I thought you got it off the telly watching Benny Hill. Nice write but im not too keen on all your Englsh stuff but im sure you were even more. reserved at the dinner table lol
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[Gerald Parker]

Thanks for commenting. Sorry about the "English stuff."

[Kent Rawski]

Not your fault at all makes it cool

[Chris Shaw]

I can just about remember finding out myself what mum's and dad's did in bed, and thinking how disgusting. Always stuff like this came via friends who were so pleased that they were the fount of knowledge. I liked where your poem took me as I reflected and I enjoyed the thrill of cricket too. Nice work Gerald.

Chris

[Gerald Parker]

Pleased you liked it, thanks, Christine.