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Cheek!As I walked into the shop, She was leaning on the till, ‘Well, what do you want?' she said to me, Hell, her voice was shrill! ‘Can I have a bottle of sauce?' I said, Well she tut's and flicks her hair! ‘Red or brown, what do you want?' ‘Well either!' I said, ‘I don't care!' The bottle bangs on the counter, ‘Eighty five pence will do!' ‘Can I have a pint of milk as well?' ‘Semi-skimmed will do!' A woman standing next to me, Said; ‘Have you got the time?' ‘I've to catch a bus down the road!' ‘It's due at half past nine!' ‘It's twenty past,' I told her, ‘You can go ahead of me!' ‘Thank you very much,' she said, ‘I'm in a rush you see!' ‘Well what do you want then missus?' The shop girl asked her stiffly, ‘A packet of mints and a packet of gum!' ‘And make it pretty shifty!' ‘I'll take me time!' She looked at us, ‘Me wages aint enough!' ‘Neither is your attitude!' I said! ‘So isn't that just tough!' Well her mouth dropped wide open, She didn't know what to say! ‘You can't treat me like dirt love!' ‘Then hope to get away!' The moral of this story is, No-one should take any flack! Stand your ground, don't back down! Cos no-one's above the sack! Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem |
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