She sat behind the counter,
With curlers in her hair,
The lady in the corner shop,
The one with the evil glare,
She wasn't very sociable,
Took your money without a smile,
But if there was any gossip to be heard,
Her eyes would open wide,
Her comments were mean and tasteless,
She'd cut you to the quick,
Come along!
She often said,
While deciding what sweets I should pick,
I'd see her going out at night,
In her coat of imitation fur,
Memories of my childhood,
I'll always remember her!
Jayne Louise Davies
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