The Ten Shilling Note

As a very young boy of fourteen I set out one night through the week To meet my girlfriend from Girl Guides, the beautiful Angelique It was a dark and windy evening and just as I put on my coat My dad said "Get me some fags son" and gave me a ten shilling note I rode to the unlighted village impatient to see my sweet beau But ahead of our due assignation, felt a desperate need to go Quickly I rode down the lane and clambered over a wall And did what they call a 'green fielder', it really was a close call I returned, feeling much better, then the blood turned cold in my veins I'd wiped my bum with the ten bob note instead of using my brains Ten shilling back then was a fortune, all my dad's money was blown He was surely going to kill me, without it I couldn't go home A giggling mass of young girls shot out from the village school "Oh Angelique, here’s your boyfriend", I blushed and tried to act cool Thinking as quick as I could, I asked to borrow a torch "Something fell off my bike, I'll find it while you wait in the porch" "Oh do let us help you” they squealed, "After all we are all Girl Guides" "Well, its quicker to do it myself, and besides its freezing outside" I knew that my chances were slim, a one in a million shot I could kiss goodbye to that errant note . . . or maybe not I tore down the lane and hurdled the wall, turned on the torch and Whoopee! Something drew me straight to it, I was deliriously happy with glee The reason it hadn’t sailed off - well, let's keep the story clean My girlfriend was happy to see me and I had ten shillings safe in my jeans The shopkeeper looked at me sideways and covertly sniffed the air As she handed over the Woodbines I silently offered a prayer My dad got his smokes for the morning and asked “All OK” I grinned and said “Yes dad, no problem, just an ordinary day”