The Old Shop

 At the old shop we used to stop

and wait for my father

to come down the stairs

from his plush sixties office

At the old sweety shop we used to ask

for a hundred and forty-four sweets

at four for an old penny,

or a farthing each

At the old toy shop

we'd spend our pocket money,

two and six every Saturday

on DC comics or the Beano

or plastic soldiers or Airfix models

then run home without stopping

to play with them

The old shops

are now gone

we now get everything

from Amazon