No more jumpers for goal posts

[Biggus]

We didn’t think that life
Could get any better
We were young
Happy and content
Kicking footballs
Building carts
Climbing trees
Fishing in the pond
Swimming in the pool
Then they came along
Distracting us
With their undulations
Their cheap perfume
That seemed so exotic
Walking with their funny wiggles
Laughing with their girlish giggles
And the boyhood fun was over
No more jumpers for goal posts
No more war games in the woods
We still played in the woods
But then it was holding hands
Hugging and snogging
And playing with fun bumps
But no more jumpers for goal posts

[MorpheusSandman]

This is one of those wistful, "death of innocence and childhood" type poems that I love so much. I think it could use with just a little trimming, especially the more "telling" parts like "and the boyhood fun was over", which is something that's already being suggested. In fact, and interesting idea would be to compose then in two stanzas, with the first being about boyhood and the second being about the change of interest and the loss of those joys. You already have moments here where you contrast the boyhood activities to those that come after, and it would be more emphasized if you structured it in stanzaic parallel, perhaps even throw in some grammatical parallels as well.

[Biggus]

Thanks Morpheus

[everyadventure]

Ha, undulations! Great word choice :)

[Biggus]

Thank you