The 1970s Poem by Antony Glaser

Got the 70s in my minds eye
its not foggy in recall
Bereft of 11 plus
because my Father thought Id fail
Went to a Secondary Mod instead

We had our traditions
Selsdon Man ruling the roost
Sunday sales prohibiting commerce
We still had our Wimpy flagships
Nouveau riche baked potatoes for a pound

Hot pants thighs contorted
Music to sing to
Bee Gees, Queen and the Eagles
Camera shops in every town

Three day week recalls candles
and sharing showers
Who really ruled the Country

Energy Crisis 73
Queues for a pound for a gallon of petrol

Strikes in the late 70s
Unburied bodies
pompous dustbins unemptied