He was everywhere back then
the man I had wanted to be
and they had him.
Taking him with them always
....I was full of envy.
They were slender and leggy
with giggles, soft curly hair
and that look they could give you
could make me want to.....
I was fourteen and envious.
I wanted to be that man.
The one they took sneakily
behind the bike sheds,
and into the woods or
smuggled into a bedroom.
Craftily fingered in a
'ladies' cubicle
Or joyously handled on the
upstairs back-seat of a
double decker bus.
But always discreetly kept
for purposes of pleasure and
often shared out among the girlies.
There he was, that man i wanted to be.
Taken to all those places
that man on every pack of
John Players Cigarettes.
Me, Hero, sailor of the seas.
In among those eager seekers
of a crafty drag you'd find me
'neath a haze of pubescent exhalation.
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- Comment from author about the poem: Players please, so much. That was the advertising slogan for all John Player cigarettes and of course all their full size brands carried\r\ntheir famous logo.... read on ....... (the word drag is English slang for drawing/inhaling on a cigarette)
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and I thought I was the only one ....
what we got here is literally a great bit o nautical & cultural memorabilia .. thanks DA ..
How we all wanted to smoke, to prove we were older than our years.... weird.... now that i have been ciggy free for more than ten years i really dont recall the attraction.
..................... Snap ..
Ha - - yes you were right on with your assessment D.A. and I remember giggling when one of my girlie-pals got him out in the woods and covertly kissed that familiar image before lighting up with a smile - -- - - such a time your words take us back to my friend...............
Yes, you were there in among them curly girly...... like i just mentioned to Neville, I dont know what the attraction to smoking was really, other than wanting to show we were older than our years.
Loved this! You player, play on!
I managed to pack it in over ten years ago. I piled the weight on though.
Players can never loose that play 😉 the smoke never gave it to us anyway!
A fine write dusk.
Very enjoyable. Thank you.
Were you one of those sneaking a packet of cigarettes into secret places too?
Never mind it may be you or maybe not, d.a., the memories stretched for the length of your work and took me to some half remembered places.
(I confess I did smoke those coffin nails for a while before I moved on and then ultimately gave up - still here)
Thanks for that one.
Dave
Nearly all of us could tell a few tales of out crafty under age smoking i expect DD. Thanks for looking in and joining in.
Well that takes me back a very long time d a. My mother used to smoke 'Players' . I can still remember Mum asking me to pop down the shops to get her Twenty Players, back in that time there was no restriction on age buying 'fags'. I used to got down to the shops on my scooter. Fond memories.
Andy
Players must have had thousands off me during my smoking years.
a great read, is there such a thing as tasteful eroticism or did you just create a new genre all by yourself
Oh the kisses they would give away for a cigarette way back then. What exciting times they were for us all in out early teenage journey.
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