Our crew

August fades

still we meet

Mob-handed

at the corner

of a wide-eyed street

Adjacent to the park

it’s where we gather as a crew

Me and he, him, her and you

And a few others;

all the best of mates

Here for a giggle,

staying out too late

It’s Friday night and we’re in our spot

Joking

Playfighting

Huddled up to stop

The chill from entering

our teenage bones

We could all be in the warm

but it’s no fun at home

We’ve got a saisho bag

and a load of cans,

a bottle of vermouth

and a mix we nicked from nans

Parroting 3rd hand jokes

told us by a boy named Molly

Who’d stolen them already

from a guy on the telly

We laugh, have japes

We muck about

Having banter with each other

We squeal

We SHOUT

This is our place

This is where we all belong

A repeated evening ritual

Til some others came along

Cos now;

We’re all grown up

and how we tut at all the youths

Hanging around

Causing mischief

Just like our little crew