Grey pants, shirt, tie, sandels, socks;
brylcreem smeared upon my locks.
Dennis Compton what a man,
off to school, with my friend Stan.
Bags this bags that I bags the shop,
stop your gob with lollipops
A penny farthing for your thoughts,
Beano stuffed inside my coat
I hate girls so soppy wet
though it felt strange inside my chest,
when Sarah Pickles brushed my arm,
will I really come to harm?
Conkers cattypult gutter games,
lost my marbles, that’s not changed.
Gazing from my school photo,
I never knew, so far to go.