Yummy Things
The sweet shop stood at the end of his road
He passed it every day
He passed it on the way to school
And on his way home again
He knew the man who worked in there
He seemed a jolly sort
He had a big red smiley face
That welcomed you into his shop
His mom had told him not to stop
His dinner would be ready
He shouldn’t fill his tummy yet
But ooh they did look yummy!
He pressed his nose against the window
To see the treats inside
The shelves were full from top to bottom
And bursting from side to side
And all of a sudden he found himself
Walking through the door
The temptation had proved just too great
For someone who’s only four!
So many sweets he could choose from
He didn’t know where to start
He really liked the pink and white mice
Though he never could tell them apart
Maybe he should have a sherbert dip
That made his finger yellow
Or chocolate éclairs that stuck to his teeth
Or milkshakes or mushrooms or jello
He finally decided on jelly babies
Because he liked them best!
He rummaged around in his deepest pocket
And found just fifty pence
Would that be enough, he wondered
He kept his fingers crossed
He walked very slowly up to the counter
To find out how much they cost
“Excuse me mister”, he politely asked
“Could you tell me how much these are?
I hope they’re not more than fifty pence
Cos I don’t want a chocolate bar”
“Now then young man”, the smiley man said
“I’ve got good news for you
Your jelly babies come to forty nine pence
And I’ll give you some gobstoppers too!”
“Ooh thank you, thank you, thank you”, he said
As he jumped up and down like a spring
“I’ll be back to your shop at the end of next week
To buy some more yummy things!”
Copyright © Jacqui Waldron | Year Posted 2012
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