Poem 39 of 230: FOR A MATE
When about to move again,
I went down to a shop
Where one can go and bargain
Away, for not much chop,
Used goods that are, in the main,
No longer worth the cop.
But, from that day, I recall
(Just ahead in the line)
Two young blokes - one big, one small -
Cashing goods that looked just fine.
After reckoning them all,
The shop clerk said, in resign:
“Why the hell you sellin’ these -
Don’t you need ‘em no more?”
Neither happy with the fees,
The reply sure sounded sore:
“Our mate is down on his knees -
He’s been kicked right-out the door.”
(C) David Franks 2003
When about to move again,
I went down to a shop
Where one can go and bargain
Away, for not much chop,
Used goods that are, in the main,
No longer worth the cop.
But, from that day, I recall
(Just ahead in the line)
Two young blokes - one big, one small -
Cashing goods that looked just fine.
After reckoning them all,
The shop clerk said, in resign:
“Why the hell you sellin’ these -
Don’t you need ‘em no more?”
Neither happy with the fees,
The reply sure sounded sore:
“Our mate is down on his knees -
He’s been kicked right-out the door.”
(C) David Franks 2003
