B'klyn,
Nu Yawk Kids
Remembering...guttered,
sidewalk streets and
my life in Brooklyn, N.Y.
during the '30s ...
Stick ball, a broom handle
home base, is the sewa plate
sidewalk's a foul,
the candystaw's a homerun
The bases are chawked so
pleez don't squawk
"Hey guys!
Let's brake for
an egg cream...
'Make mine sweet, I'm a chawklit freek'
Frozen jellybahs and pumkin seeds
Prizes in gumbawl machines
'Hey! look what I got?'
Aw shid! it's Jap-aneez
"Gee Mom!
it ain't soo cold
i know it's doctas weatha,
i won't catch no cold"
Hey 'Beanso'! whats da scaw?
You guys won, cant play,
its too dark fawmaw, hey!
Th'Lone Rangas on tanight
Ya betta not fawget stick ball tomorrow
after school when dere's maw light
"i got homewoik tanight"
© 1995 ...louie levy
*Street language among
us was precious then,
our own 'Fraternity of Kid Brotherhood',
never forgotten ... eventually improved ;D
