Update: I will perhaps return sometime.....
As I get on the bus the driver smiles as they sometimes do;
Modest dress, loose white as snow hijab she looks resplendent too.
As I alight I throw her ‘thanks’ as is customary round here,
No need for an addon, doesn’t get one - would be condescension to ‘my dear’.
I pick up a paper (TV supplement day) at the general store -
I’m early; they run out quickly and won’t get anymore.
Used to be called Seven Eleven; now has some fancy name -
But the Chinese proprietor, he’s still there just the same.
It’s check up time with George my dentist, he’s Greek, with him I have no fears;
Been visiting him, same yearly visits, for well over twenty years.
Hope he doesn’t mind the Indian I ate not long before,
That bloke’s English isn’t up to much, but he cooks curries just to die for.
On to my local supermarket with its multicultural crew;
They’re all in sync with each other and I definitely know what they can do.
At last I’m back home to The Gardens, with my shopping load,
As I lug it up the stairs I note the grass is freshly mowed.
Here we all are mostly Anglo – definitely old guard.
As we’re elderly, communication can sometimes be quite hard;
Especially at meetings where marble loss (if they ever had any)
Can mean endless repetition which is anything but funny.
But out there I’m well adjusted; monocultural I know now I just could not take;
A nightmare of the ‘fifties would be enough to keep me very much awake.
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Doggerel Dave (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: 1950’s Australia was very monocultural. The original indigenous inhabitants (those that survived) had been pushed off into odd corners…
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Good write Spice, erm Dave. Am I one of the Spice Girls? lol. And do I get more NS each day?!
I have no idea what you get up to on Saturday night, and am beginning to wonder just what "NS" might stand for.......
NS = Non Sequitur - bringing in useless, irrelevant, diverting things, utter rubbish, etc. No change there then for me. lol.
Well since you became a Spice Girl, I had a feeling many things had changed....
I'm a Spice Gril riding My Little Pony.
What's a Spice Gril? A Spice Girl that isn't quite cooked yet?
Yes lol.
A very enjoyable read
Thanks for your trouble in making your way here.
You are very welcome
Wow that's like 6 poems in one! The diversity can seem overwhelming but in the end that "crossed bridge" brings about a multicultural intermingling.
I like it - it's all cool for me.
me too! spice is essential!
Everywhere now is becoming multicultureal and I have found that people are people no matter from where. A well written fun piece that echoes the reality of the day.
Thanks Soren - glad you liked it.
I don't know how many fancy names they had back in the fifties, but I suspect there wasn't as much spice!
No, not a lot. Thanks for the visit.
Integration is great. Surely the aim of a diverse population. I love my Italian food at our local eatery and a decent curry at the Bombay Duck. Variety makes happy. Happy days Dave.
Happy days indeed, Cassie. Thanks for giving this your consideration.
Glad to see that things have moved on and improved .. I love a good curry 🐧👍
Me too. Indian food is more than generous when providing for my vegetarian needs.
Wonderful Dave! Diversity is where it’s at and I need not tell you what America did to its indigenous peoples. A nightmare indeed! Awful truth and a wonderful poem! Well done! 👏🌹
Thanks Tristan. It just fell into place after my shopping the previous day (spiced up a little from another shop the previous week.)
Indeed! You are welcome Dave! I am glad you voiced it! 🙏
Excellent write
Excellent that you should have given me your time.
You're welcome
Well Dave. I enjoyed going grocery shopping with you. Good write.
Thanks for the call, Jerry. I'll let you know when I'm going again!
An awesome poem
penned nicely of the times!!👍
Very informative, great flow,
enjoyed the rhymes!! 💯🍺
Thanks for sharing my friend!! ☺️
Best regards ✌️ peace Thad
Yr welcome Thad! Enjoy my little shopping sprees myself.
I cannot understand why people have of used to have problems with people from different cultures, all my life I have hopefully treated all with respect and kindness.
Good words Dave.
Andy
Cheers, Andy. Thanks for your support.
I didn’t manage to include the other places I sometimes visit…
The chemist – oh my…
The hairdresser/barber - he doesn’t slit my throat; I don’t know why…
The Post office's ever changing staff whom I find after I have negotiated around and over piles of parcels…
Charming! Many thanks. Me loves.
You know, you're too fun and as ever, a regular riot with this beauty. These vignettes I love as they take me vicariously so many places, climes, and times. Charmingly rendered in excellent good humor with superb poignancy and imagery. Thank you so very much for sharing, Sir.
Thanks a ton, Missy -How did you find me? By now this is late news and the fridge is getting empty: I'll have to go out again.....
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