They were only supposed to be temporary
After the war a structure to house the homeless
With an inside loo seen as rather contemporary
Some may say that they were soulless
But to me the Arcon on Arcon Drive
Was an oasis of fun when I was about five
I used to stay with Grandma and Grandpa
Play football on a field at the back not far
I would run in the garden round and round
Pretending I was a train making a whistling sound
I remember sitting at the table on a big wooden chair
Enjoying mince and mash, a dinner beyond compare
There was no central heating just a gas fire
To go to the freezing bedroom I had no desire
In summertime I would watch with wonder
As grandpa tended his tommies and the occasional runner
I loved the prefab the house for the masses
Even if they are viewed now through rose coloured glasses.