Teenage love poem

I can see it now– the Chaldon Village Hall

Coats to the left, backs to the wall

“Baby Love” blasting through a crack in the door

And not getting home ‘til a quarter to four.


Oh ramshackle hut, roof painted green

Parents OK, they’ll know where you’ve been.

A table set up for collecting the cash

One and six and you’re in, at the Village Hall bash.


To the bus shelter, for a fag and a snog

Picture it now through your midwinter fog.

What did we find that day long ago?

Love on our mind, nowhere to go.


Lambretta T V 175

Danger and joy. And the will to survive

The Mod flying by in a shower of sparks

You and me high, like a couple of larks.


I can see it now– the Chaldon Village Hall

Coats to the left, backs to the wall

“Baby Love” blasting through a crack in the door

And not getting home ‘til a quarter to four.

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