In Pound World the man behind me gave me the death stare
as I stood chatting,
I don't normally do small talk but this time
the green nail varnish and big eyebrows triggered me to say something
for shame, you're old enough to be her father.
"I thought it would be heaving by now" said I with emphasis on the heave
"It's still early" says she " "and I finish at half past 2"
Was she after my walnut whips or terry's chocolate orange?
I didn't hang around to find out (why)
cos I'm that kind of guy (shy)!
In Poundland I'd forgotten the sellotape so had to go through it all again
but this time I gave a man even older than myself the death stare
as he kept coming back to his aged partner/wife and asking her to get another
lotto card.
She had taken forever going through her change and now Sir Lancelot on his zimmer
comes back and forth like a cuckoo clock
"get another one, get another one!"
"Excuse me you older fucker than me, there's a queue here" I didn't shout
I just fumed and practised my Pound World death stare
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