Another from John in a lighter vein.
When I woke up this sunny day,
I shouted out a big hurray
Today I get my weekly pay
But at seven – it’s really spend.
The spend I get – is just shilling.
For tasks – such as coal scuttle filling
And the weekly back yard swilling
One and six would be better.
The hint’s been dropped – almost unheard
“It’s quite enough for seven – my word,”
Mum many times – has thus declared
“But I’ll soon be eight – mum!”
A sixpence, threepenny bit and pence
Each Friday – after tea and thence
My spending spree – will thus commence
Look out World.
My mum says – “Do not waste it all,
At Mabel Drummond’s toffee stall
Or fizzy drinks at Mr. Ball’s
I say “Oh no mum!”
A shilling in my grubby hand,
I walk down’t street – feeling grand
The richest boy in all the land.
Ooo in’t it smashing.
I think I’ll buy a sherbet dab
Or cinder toffee in a slab
But maybe fizzy pop I’ll grab
So many choices.
My little heart is singing high,
As all the houses I pass by,
And soon the toffee shop I spy
But it’s shut.