I remember running 

To the corner shop

A 10p mix-up 

Is what I got!

 

Exotic pineapple

In sugary cubes

Mixed in with 1p

and ½ penny chews!

 

There were Hearts of love

With messages wrote 

To give to those

Who floated your boat

 

Liquorice laces!

Hubba Bubba too

So you could blow pink bubbles

As big as me and you!

(OK, so that might be 

a slight exaggeration 

But, I always had 

a good imagination!)

 

There were candy cigarettes 

You pretended to smoke!

Of course, this was before 

The world got so 'woke'!

 

You could gobble it up

After having a sly drag

So there were no fag ends

To make environmentalists sad

 

Then there were the classics

Not to be forgotten 

But, I must admit, I always found

Aniseed balls rather rotten!

 

There were bullets that were black

Lemon, and  pear drops too

And sugar dusted bonbons 

That were such a delight to chew!

 

Last but not least

The gobstopper cometh!

And all down your chin

The slaver would runneth!

 

There was love in the rustle

Of that simple paper bag

Looking back, I never realised 

How little we all had

 

Make do and mend

Was still the motto 

Of the day

Now it seems we live

Such a materialistic way

 

Keeping up with the Kardashians

(Whoever they may be)

Will never give you the joy I felt 

In a mix-up for 10p!