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SATURDAY NIGHT TREAT
I can remember siting by our old radio,
Listening to spooky stories then to bed go,
Family together for a Saturday night treat.
Hear The Man in Black, a new story to greet
When they were really scarey gran would say
‘So you won’t be scared, with me tonight stay,’
‘But gran I’m nor scared, it’s only a spooky tale,’
She would look at me sternly and turn rather pale.
Valentine Dyle was his name, his voice low and rich,
If the story was more scarey he’d use a deeper pitch.
There was also background noises like a squeaky door,
Or sounds of creaky boards as someone walked the floor.
It came on at nine-thirty and went until quarter to ten,
We would have a drink and wait for the sound of Big Ben
Chime ten o’clock and then we all knew that all was well,
For every Saturday it was live, we knew no bombs fell.
At ten we could all hear it sounding very loud and clear,
Helped overcome that nineteen forty dark year of fear.
Standing all alone, tiny in size but great in each heart,
Good old, loud chiming Big Ben did his proud part.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson July 31, 2002