Little lad, with
finger in mouth & wide saucer eyes,
Peering through
mullioned window, heaven he espies,
Going through old
red door with little bell that tinkles,
Faced with smiling
old man, with blue eyes that twinkled.
Oh the choice,
surely too much, for a little fellow so small,
Snake-black
liquorice ropes & stripy rock, coloured & tall,
Chunks of dark brown
syrupy carob & rich chocolate swirls,
Cool mints in dark
green & snow white & sticky toffee whirls.
Bubble gums in
pink, lollipops of rainbows & soft walnut whips,
Strawberry, lemon,
creamy caramel dips & crunchy nutty crisps,
Sherbet dabs,
striped humbugs & pear drops, sweet, sharp & tart,
Harsh hard
peppermints that burn tongues & make little eyes smart.
Little bottles of
jeweled wine gums & those funny gummy bears,
For little laddies
sucking thumbs & wee lassies wide-eyed stares,
Jelly beans &
chocolate drops melting, & leaving joy that lingers,
And when they´re
all gobbled & gone, the licking of little fingers.
His little eyes
look around, with awe & innocent childhood wonder,
Not knowing what
to choose, spoilt for choice to opt, pick & ponder,
“What can I get
you sonny?” asked the old gentleman behind the smile,
“I don’t know”,
said the little boy, “please sir, may I stay & stare awhile?”
Then the little
lad saw what he wanted & he pointed to high glass jar,
It was filled with
such pretty colours, big, high up & so very, very far,
Out of the reach from
temptation & little fingers, “I´ll some of these”,
“Please sir, a tuppeny
worth of dolly mixtures & in a twist please”.
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