The Orange stopped at the top of the hill
Along with the Tangerine and a Honeydew
And the reason for that was crystal clear
The Orange stopped at the top of the hill
Along with the Tangerine and a Honeydew
And the reason for that was crystal clear
What's the difference between
A wet day and an injured Lion?
Well one is pouring with rain
The other is roaring with pain
I don’t think I have swine flu
As I haven’t been to
Mexico
But I don’t feel well
at all
I feel like crap if
you must know
I thought of the NHS
for advice
On the flu and perhaps
its tackling
So I phoned the swine
flu hotline
But all I got was
crackling
My mum’s family were born and bred in Bermondsey,
East London, at a time when poor really meant poor and there was no Welfare
State safety net.
In those days you worked, or you went without
and even if you did work you didn’t earn a lot and there was nothing left for
luxuries, for example you didn’t have a holiday as there was no money for that.
No one got to go off to Skegness for two weeks
by the sea at the taxpayers’ expense like those on benefits today.
The closest thing the East Londoners got to a
holiday was the three weeks in September spent in the Kent countryside picking
hops.
Apart from the working men folk, the whole
family migrated to the Kent hop fields using whatever means of transport suited
their pocket, my Great Aunty Kay couldn’t afford the train or bus, so she
walked.
It took her three days to walk and she would
sleep in the hedgerows or woods along the route and she would work extra hard
so she could afford the train home otherwise she walked back to Stepney as
well.
While in Kent they worked hard for three weeks
every September picking the hop flowers and filling bushel baskets and earned
every penny.
My grandmother used the money to buy shoes and
winter clothes for the kids and if she was careful, she had enough left over to
save a bob or two for Christmas.
I picked up a bottle of Whiskey
But something was wrong with it
I didn’t know what exactly, but
I would get to the bottom of it
Someone stepped on a juicy grape
That fell from the vine
It made no utterance at its demise
But did let out a little wine
I have a phobia of elevators
Escalators and travellators
I can’t do any automated system
So I take steps to avoid them