JACKS BLUES
She sat under a tree
Caressed by the cool breeze
It was a July day in 1963.
Fluffy white clouds passed by in a blue sky
It hadn’t rained for a while
Brollys could be left at home today.
It had been a hard winter
It snowed from January to March.
That rascal Jack Frost played many pranks
Before disappearing as springtime came.
“He had a field day round here
He damaged our Pelargoniums
And killed off our Bizzy Lizzys
That we forgot to bring in”
“Ours is a small house
In a terraced street
We don’t have room for a conservatory
And factory smells drift across from the Thames”.
“But our Stan is a keen gardener
He always gets it looking good in the springtime
And when cousin Alf comes round
They smoke Senior Service
And discuss their plants,
Sometimes they go together to Kew Gardens.”
“Us ladies smoke untiped Players Weights
Sometimes tipped cigarettes
Like Park Drive or Cadets,
Sometimes we join the men
On their trips to Kew Gardens.”
Jack Frost don‘t seem come around much
In this 21st centaury,
It‘s said they slapped an anti social behaviour order on him
For wrecking too many gardens.
Killing off the Begonias and Busy Lizzys
That we forget to bring in
When the autumn chill starts bighting.
Some say he’s joined the Green Party
To campaign against global warming,
There are rumours that he will return as a hoodie
And seek terrible revenge,
You rascal Jack Frost.
It was a July day in 1963
We sat on a bench on Wandsworth Common
We watched the men play bowls in the bowling green
The Brighton Belle went by
On the Victoria to Brighton railway line
Fluffy white clouds passed by in a blue sky
We left our Brolleys and Rain Macs at home.
Frank Bangay
July 2007
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