I remember going on that errand

A true story…

I remember going on that errand

I was brought up in Openshaw, a somewhat dismal place
Consisted of bricks and concrete, soil and grass there was no trace
The ground beneath my feet, was always hard and firm
Not a welcome habitat, for a soft and wriggly worm

So I had no prior knowledge, I was a very childish seven
Told I could earn a silver sixpence, thought I was in heaven
It was proffered by the man next door, as he was running late
To join friends for a fishing match, was desperate for his bait

I skipped off to the pet shop, stated what he required
Held carefully on to package,  that I had just acquired
Balance it gently on your palm, alas when half way back
It moved and started wiggling, so I dropped the paper sack

I was near hysterical, upset, in floods of tears
Tho’ the pigeons had a glorious feast, the best they’d dined in years
Neighbour changing his cycle tyre, was truly not impressed
Nor was he sympathetic as I halting confessed

I never got that sixpence, and you can be quite sure
I always held my breath and ran, if I had to pass his door.

Glenys Halliday