CHILDSHEAD REVISITED

My childhood home's up for sale. I drove by it yesterday, 37 years after we left. I went to the agents website for pics.
My posters are still on my wall. Dad's workboots are by the back door. All the parties we ever had are still happening all at once.

That's what I saw.

KNOW YOUR TRIANGLES

Isosceles
If you please
Has two degrees
The same you sees

Equilateral
No collateral
Degrees compatible
Nowt unnatural

Scalene
Angles seen
All contravene
Each other's lean

Right Angle
Dangles
90 degrees
It's such a breeze
Now learn all these.

MORSE CODE AND X-RAY SPECS

Learned Morse Code from a booklet in The Topper comic. Spent hours practicing. Was going to be a spy. The problem was, no one else knew Morse Code! My hopes were dotted & dashed.
Their X-Ray specs were no better. Blurry messes, not naked ladies!

Had The Topper seen through me?

1976

I'm reminded of the summer of '76 on days like this. Bare legs burned by vinyl car seats. Mum packing sandwiches in Tupperware for car trips & finding the heat's cooked them. Standpipes, freedom & never knowing we had nothing.
I still run towards the sound of an ice cream van.

BAGS FOR LIFE

Our teabags look like pyramids
I've no idea why
We are a Lidl limited
It's all my mummy will buy

BUS DRIVING PRICES

The 19 used to go to town
It cost me all of 2p
The same, I recall
As a packet of Snaps
And I know that this ages me

I recently caught a bus into town
The first for many a year
The trip was a pound
One-way, not around
For that I thought least I could steer

Zzz

Awake before senses & sound
to snores from my old faithful hound
and the fan as it whirrs
and the house as it stirs
and my creaky knees
and the odd nighttime sneeze
and that hound's quite smelly
with his rumbling belly

Somehow I slept so tight
despite such a silent night

QUESTIONS FOR SLUGS

Are you homeless snails?
Why do you cling to the inside of my back door?
What original sin has cast you out of the garden?
How do you get in?
Have you tiny keys?
Are you thinking of shelling out?
Making my house your home?

You'll need a bigger back.

I'VE NO IDEA

Today I've run out of ideas
It's a no poem day for me
Normally write one with my breakfast
I'll have to write one for my tea.

SILVER LININGS

Echoes of love and cebration
must fall from our ears
In some tiny quantum-level of existence
Those sounds and vibrations
Of our birthdays and weddings
still exist
Many years from now
A geek will discover them
Be greatly lauded
But stumped by Hi Ho Silver Lining.