The Spice Of Life Poem by Neil McGreevy

I remember when I was three
My father took me to see the sea
We played in the sand with bucket and spade
And dined on popcorn and lemonade

Then when I reached the age of four
My sister took me out on the moor
We picked some heather and watched the deer
Had bread and butter and ginger beer

One year later when I was five
My brother took me out for a drive
We played I-spy and name that tune
Ate bacon and eggs in a greasy spoon

On the morning that I was six
My mother took me to Hampton Wick
We sat by the river and fed the swans
Then lunched on teacakes and buttered scones

The day came round that I was seven
My grandad took me down to Devon
We searched the rock pools and climbed the crags
And had fish and chips out of paper bags

The following year when I was eight
My aunt took me to a garden fete
We rolled a penny and tossed a hoop
Had toasted bagels and mushroom soup

Time went by and when I was nine
My uncle took me to Lichtenstein
We took the chairlift to see the view
Ate apple strudel and bratwurst too

On the day that I was ten
My cousin took me to see Big Ben
We heard the story about Guy Fawkes
Had whelks and cockles and crackling pork

Eventually I reached eleven
And went to school in North Kesteven
I read and swotted and learned to sing
Ate roasted dinners and plum pudding

When my schooldays reached an end
I went out mostly with my friends
We roamed around in banged up cars
And grazed in restaurants and bars

Now I've grown up and flown the nest
I see how much my life was blessed
with such good fortune to be raised
by relatives of such good taste

Their predilections showed to me
the value of diversity
in where you go and who you meet
but most of all in what you eat