Piccadilly Market Poem by cheryl davis miller

Once a Lady shopped at Piccadilly.
searching for her food needs of the day.
When she reached out for a loaf of brown bread
Some one shoved her right out of his way.

Oh, ' What think you, of that fine Lady? '
' What think you, of that kind Sir? '
' Things in life aren't fair, me Lady.'
' On that subject Sir, I will concur.'

Two young boy's walking to the school-house.
One well groomed; one tattered and soiled.
Gentleman tossed a two-pence from his window.
Rich boy grabbed it, while the poor boy recoiled.

Oh, ' What think you, of that fine Lady? '
' What think you, of that kind Sir? '
' Things in life aren't fair, me Lady.'
' On that subject Sir, I will concur.'

Two men sat outside the Bishops office.
Seeking a position, in the local Diocese.
One man sought to further God's sweet Kingdom.
The other sought to do just as ' he ' pleased.


Oh, ' What think you, of that fine Lady? '
' What think you, of that kind Sir? '
' Things in life aren't fair, me Lady.'
' On that subject Sir, I will concur.'

Bishop looked upon these two fine brethern.
And quickly noted that one was just as he.
He welcomed him to fill the new positon.
Then showed the other out into the street.

Oh, ' What think you, of that fine Lady? '
' What think you, of that kind Sir? '
' Things in life aren't fair, me Lady.'
' On that subject Sir, I will concur.'

c.d.m.7-27-10