Untitled, a poem by Dave White, my dad.

I was born in Hope Street me, and moved to Clairemont Road,
From a back to back in Balsall Heath, to Sparkbrook, to Nans and she ad loads,
Loads of everythin' I'm tellin ya, houses, kids, and poke,
She even ad a proper bath, where ya could lie an ave a soak.
We moved in with our Nancy then, A proper Witch was she,
She med our lives hell while we were there, a flippin' misery.
We moved then to Hillmeads Road, Pool Farm ya gorra know.
To fourty four, a maisonette, no poshies there, ho ho,
It was ard time back then, an money was really tight,
And ta get the respect, as a kid, ya ad to flippin' fight,
Jimmy Donnelly will tell ya, He was there anall,
Ten flippin years for us, before we gorra call,
Then to Yardley Wood we went to an ouse at flippin last.
Leaving Pool Farm where it should be, in the bleedin' past.
Yardley Wood is where I stayed until tied the knot,
Family friends and neighbours all, a good old bunch, the lot,
So there ya ave it, a history of where I've spent me time,
I thought it best to let ya know in this little feckin poem.


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