Queuing at a market stall
One November day;
Pound coin sitting in my hand,
All ready to pay.
Ready to say 'A bunch of leeks, '
Then settle up and go -
When carelessly I dropped the coin
And watched it fall below.
Down it went, tumbling
(as if propelled by fate!)
Into the dingy underworld
Of a cabbage crate,
Disappearing into the leafiness
Of Lincolnshire's prime greens
To spend some time with brassicas,
By all but me unseen.
'Oh botheration! ' I think I said,
'Now what will you do? '
Found myself another coin
And warned my neighbour in the queue.
'Be careful, I just lost a pound, '
I gushed (as a big sister to a brother) .
'Never mind, ' came his reply,
'Father Christmas will bring you another.'
I wonder, did Father Christmas bring you another Susy? Amusing write, enjoyed reading.
lovely and inspiring, in the true spirit of the season! great write, Susy.
Brilliant. It made me laugh out loud. Beware the mighty Cabbage Crate eh? I know a few people who would have upended the thing for a pound! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Every poet writes the creation of poem from the inborn memories and events in life which one cannot miss at all. Here a loss of coin is described by the poet and I felt it very nice and good.