Wednesday, 6 April 2011

DAILY POEM "THE ICE CREAM VAN" days gone by.


His jingles could be heard from afar
as he drove into our street
a magical vehicle on four wheels
beckoning to give us a treat..

Ice cream so delicious
and change to buy a sweet
those days were so spectacular
spectacular and neat.

Shouting up to mum
to get a couple of pence
the din was overpowering
while shaking the garden fence.

The World was your oyster
as you chose your fav ice cream
this little van with wonders
was a childs paradise dream.

Sometimes we would have enough
to buy a sweet or two
content with your lot those days
and your mates were happy too.

He came around our street
twenty times a day
but your parents were very dubious
to give their money away.

Money was more tight then
but the luxuries were sometimes had
it stretched a little further
even got money from your dad!

The jingle could be heard for miles
as you ran to greet the man
with treasures over spilling
from the little musical van.


I remember the seventies well, we had an ice cream van, who came into our street about twenty times a day, especially in the summer, our parents were demented as each time he came, we would want money for sweets, thinking back, they must have been angry lol, as we shouted our hearts out up to our house to get money for the "ice cream van"

Did you have an ice cream van visiting your street?

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