We were on a bomb site
off Harper Road
Enid and I and two
other kids
when a rozzer came along
and called us off
Enid was wide eyed
and scared her
old man would find out
and whack her one
what are you
doing on here?
the rozzer said
bomb sites are
dangerous places
now what's your name?
he asked one
of the other kids
Donald Mallard
the kid said
and you?
he asked
the other kid
Mickey Harvest
the kid replied
and you?
he asked me
hands in my jeans pockets
Benny Good
I said
and you?
he asked Enid
she's Enid Blyth
I said before Enid
could open
her shivering lips
he wrote them down
in a black book
you all live
around here?
he said
we nodded
well don't get on
here again or I'll
be visiting your parents
get it?
he said
now get off and away
I was looking
for stones
for my catapult
I said
I don't care
if you were looking
for flowers
for your old gran
now get
he said
we began to walk
off the bomb site
the other kids
walked down
Harper Road
Enid and I walked down
Rockingham Street
why did you say
my name was Enid Blyth?
Enid said
never tell a rozzer
your real name
I said
but those other boys did
she said
no they were giving
him false names
Donald Mallard
I said
is a run on Donald Duck
because a Mallard is a duck
and Mickey Mouse
as there's a harvest mouse
see?
I said
she opened her mouth
to say something else
but didn't
and we walked
on through the Square
to see if her old man
was home or not
he wasn't
so we went in her flat
and her mum made us
lemonade and we sat
in her lounge
out of the sun
and in the shade.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
WISE KIDS! we always gave false names in Club raids. Never traced! Most music groups in pubs used to. I remember Roy Rogers being fairly common. tom