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What went West?

The slickity-click of ticket machines � � � � � � �
toted by conductor or conductress, � � � � � � �
on clattering trams, screeching on steel wheels, � � � � � � �
me, delivering newspapers to the wrong address, � � � � � � �
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where breakfast smells mingled with shrieking kids � � � � � � �
and cheesy milkmen's " gahn, give us a flash " � � � � � � �
a dozen voices squealing �" �bags me first dibs " � � � � � � �
for wearing the milk monitor's blue and white sash... � � � � � � �
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My red bike, on which I toured my small world, � � � � � � �
the one with white-wall tyres and two tone seat, � � � � � � �
do you remember it? Proper boys and girls... � � � � � � �
please, remember... squeaking round memories' streets? � � � � � �
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Or were you the oik who, on one of my rides, � � � � � �
Screeched " Hoy! Geroff an milk it, swotty-four-eyes! ``

Written by Rew

Published 3rd Sep 2023 | Edited 4th Sep 2023

Author's Note

What has has changed in your lifetime, keeping politics out of the poem. At least 10 lines. Competition my 2 cents worth.

Ticket machines went west replaced by card payments.
Conductors went west replaced by (see above)
Trams still exist but ours were moved cos of subsidence.
Delivery of newspapers, mostly gone. Milk delivery mostly gone.
` gahn, give us a...` legal prohibitions disappeared these.
Family breakfasts. Who has the time? School milk, gone.
`Geroff and milk it? ` You tell me.

#rhyming

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