NIGHTS WHEN WE WERE YOUNG

 Nights when we were young

We raced the wind;

Banshees in our wake

Dracula lying in wait.

 

We had left him oozing blood

From the stake wedged in his chest

In the Rainbow Cinema.

But with vampires you could never tell

 

Hair slicked back, stiff with Brylcreem,

Newly perched on our Raleigh three-speeds

(with dynamo)

We explored the world,

Our winkle-pickers pointing the way.