• Mark Bird

Becky Bond

A poem about remembering the innocence of childhood from my 1970's playground days at Tynsel Parkes Primary School in Uttoxeter. How quickly friendships come and go when you are young. The references have changed of course - our playground currency was Grease, Kids From Fame, The Incredible Hulk, Smash Hits, Number 1, Dallas, Rhubarb & Custard and TISWAS ... but the story of playground love is eternal.


By the way, is there a better primary school name than Tynsel Parkes?


I think not!



Becky Bond


Becky Bond is in my class

I wish she’d go away

She tries to hold my hand at break

I wish she'd go and play


She’s chases me and pecks my cheek

beneath The Kissing Tree

She says that we’ll get married soon

I wish I wasn’t me


She whispers answers to the test

I hope my friends don't see

She gives me Love Heart sweets that say

“Be Mine’ , “Dream Boy,”, “PICK ME”


She makes the class all laugh out loud

when yowling like a cat

She does this funny chicken dance

She’s really good at that


When Miss is cross, she takes the blame

I like her ski-jump nose

I lend her my new sharpener

as long as no one knows


She loves The Simpsons, SpongeBob too

We both love Patrick Star

She gave me her new Squidward pen

I told her she’s like Bart


She scored a hat-trick after lunch

I like her quite a bit

She took on Banga in Year 6

I like her, I admit


She burped in science, got told off

I like her quite a lot

She's coming mine on Saturday

The bestest friend I've got

But Becky was off school today

Her family's had to move away

Miss peeled the name tag from her tray

I hugged The Kissing Tree at play


No one chased me, no one could

not like the way that Becky would

I gulped the lump back down my throat

Felt Squidward safe inside my coat


I sat next to her empty chair

I wished so much that she was there

to laugh and joke, to run and fly

Just one more chase before goodbye


Mark Bird ©2022








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