A Cockney Boy, by Danny Kemp


A Cockney Boy

I’m thankful I’m a London boy, that’s where I was born, bred and raised.

I’ll stay a London boy until the end of my days.

I don’t want to change a thing, I’m proud of what I am.

I would hate to live a life where all is just a sham.

I had a good education, as I went to a very good school.

I can speak in an upper-class voice, but speech is only a tool.

I look on life in a cheerful way, always trying to smile.

But lately, I have to say, I can only hold that pose for a while!

Now, too many people are pedestrian, with scarcely a thought of their own.

Instead of what’s on their shoulders, there should be a hollow stone.

Platitudes don’t sit well with me, they’re meaningless and banal.

I prefer people with an imaginative mind, who are insightful and have their own style.

London is an ever-changing city, with an ever-changing face.

It can be a challenging scene, if you don’t know your way around the place

Foreign languages are spoken everywhere, unnecessarily rude sometimes it seems to me.

Because I’m just plain speaking man. I’m a cockney boy you see!

© 2014, Danny Kemp. All rights reserved.


About Daniel Kemp

Daniel Kemp, ex-London police officer, mini-cab business owner, pub tenant and licensed London taxi driver never planned to be a writer, but after his first novel —The Desolate Garden — was under a paid option to become a $30 million film for five years until distribution became an insurmountable problem for the production company what else could he do? Nowadays he is a prolific storyteller, and although it’s true to say that he mainly concentrates on what he knows most about; murders laced by the intrigue involving spies, his diverse experience of life shows in the short stories he compiles both for adults and children. He is the recipient of rave reviews from a prestigious Manhattan publication, been described as —the new Graham Green — by a managerial employee of Waterstones Books, for whom he did a countrywide tour of signing events, and he has appeared on ‘live' television.
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