Fun for me
When I was young
Was playing on a bogie
A fruit box, plank
A piece of rope
And four wheels from a pram
We took it in turns
To be the driver
With a friend
To do the pushing
Best thing
Was when we found a hill
That feeling of elation
Speeding perilously
Dangerously, irresponsibly
Close to a tree
Now these things
Weren’t the most robust
Often falling apart
Wheels buckled
Bits fell off
The steering locked
In left turn
But we cherished
Our bogies
Riding with pride
Terrorising old ladies
On pavements, parks
And down tenfoots
Pretending
we were Graham Hill
There were no PlayStations
In those days
Just home made entertainment
This was the time
When the youth was free
When the best thing in life
Was playing on my bogie.