Shame About the Beans
Mavis and Gladys from Eskimo Street
Were having a good old blether
When the doors of the food bank opened
And everyone pushed in together
Mavis fancied some powdered mash
And Gladys a tin of beans
They didn’t want to be there
But they were living beyond their means
There was panic at the food bank
The tins were flying off the shelves
The girls had to be so careful
That they didn’t hurt themselves
Gladys couldn’t find the beans
So she just took this and that
Mavis got her powdered mash
But then someone stole her hat
There was panic at the food bank
There were so many people there
Gladys was angry about the beans
She thought it quite unfair
Mavis saw some biscuits
That her hubby might enjoy
He was a pain and he got on her nerves
But she often treated the old boy
Gladys searched for cat food
That was handy to get
Her cat ate more than she did
He was a greedy little pet
There was panic at the food bank
Things were getting quite feisty
It couldn’t be helped as times were hard
And food is very pricey
Hands were reaching everywhere
Grabbing what they might
But the girls weren’t empty-handed
They took everything in sight
They were getting in the swing now
The elbows were coming out
And if anyone got in the way
They received a timely clout
Tins of fruit, tins of custard
And pilchards for the cat
The girls had gone quite feral
No time for pleasant chitchat
Arms full and bags bursting
They made their way to the door
It was hanging on its hinges
It was almost on the floor
The girls regained their dignity
Like a pair of Satisfied Queens
As they walked to way Gladys was heard to say
‘Shame about the beans’
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