Nan
Walks with her shopping bag on her arm,
A big heavy light leather bag,
Her Mary Poppins bag,
She wants her milk,
The green topped one for her tea,
She doesn’t like the other one,
Something nice,
Some of that chocolate as well,
See if they’ve got that stuff
That stuff in the packet was nice,
I don’t like that “whats it called”
It had a funny taste,
She turns into her shop – it’s the best shop here,
The opening door bell ding-a-ding-dongs at her,
I hope they’ve got her stuff.
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