Ever Ready Man

My mummy ran a chemist shop. In our little town. Daddy was the chemist. He preferred to act the clown. Seven children growing up. So little time to spare. The Ever Ready man made my mummy care. Because he was so handsome. and looked at her "that way". It used to remind her of her bygone days. Once a month he came to stock up the shelves. I could tell they were flirting. At the tender age of twelve. Nothing ever came of it. He was married too. All that pheromones... What could my mother do? The Ever Ready man, with his batteries galore. Gave mum a moment's release From all those daily chores. I just wish I had an Ever Ready man. I could look up to. Wouldn't you?