My Poetry. The Ice cream van.

 Jingles heard from afar 
 as he drives into our street 
 a magical vehicle on four wheels 
 Racing to give us a treat. 
 Ice cream so delicious 
 and change to buy a sweet 
 those days were so spectacular 
 nothing could you beat.
 Shouting up to mum
 to get a couple of pence
 the din was overpowering
 even standing on the fence.
 The World was your oyster
 as you chose your fav ice cream
 this little van of wonders
 Was a child's lasting dream.
 Sometimes we would have enough
 to buy a sweet or two
 contented and happy 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 tighter 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.

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