Monday 4 August 2008

Being a Fifties Goof


I remember when


Peggy glared, I ain’t getting circled that’s for cubes.

Cut the gas, don’t have a cow, I was only asking if we
were jacketville.

She leant across and breathed, baby, you’re cool, you w
ant to back seat bingo?

As they left, the waitress, muttered, I remember when kids spoke proper.