Serenity
At the corner shop
They have sold out happiness
On sticks
They sell fresh bread
Also, plastic toys
The greengrocer next door
Sell carrots, cabbage, and leeks
But no heart-shaped tomatoes
Further down the road
A shop sells exotic cheeses
However, none of them sell Joy
The piano tuner
there used to be a greengrocer on the ground floor
except for potatoes, there was not much call for
another vegetable, the shop closed a piano tuner rented
the space and partly white-washed the windows
he didn't like to be seen by passers-by
I sat on the gate into our yard pretending to be a cowboy
when he asked me to help him in the shop, yes, I was glad
to help got boring being a cowboy
He sat me on a piano stool, opened up my fly, began
playing with my innocent , with his right hand he
wanked himself, I was too petrified in fear I didn't
run away; when he ejaculated, he dried himself with a hanky
in his pocket and, in a brusque manner, told me to leave
Outside, it took me a while to realize this man was a pig
but I was too ashamed to tell anyone and instead went
up to our flat opened a book by Robert Louis Stevenson
and began reading about islands and bright light
Young Hattie Hope does not like soap
She’s not too keen on water
Her dad’s even given some soap on a rope
To his favourite, grimy daughter
The greengrocer gave her a cheque
For the sprouts growing out of her neck
He looked in her hair and carrots grew there
And the onion was one of a pair
The greengrocer knew if she took off a shoe
That’s where the garlic all grows
Green shoots were a clue there would be some leeks too
And radishes between her toes
But there’s no cucumber in her grimy jumper
For thats where the broccoli grows
And there in her ears asparagus spears
And under her arms there’s potatoes
But the greengrocer had a nice looking lad
Who seemed to have magical power
The grocer missed out on the veg to be had
For Hattie was taking a shower.
Looking for serenity
At the corner shop
They have sold out happiness
On sticks
Dreams too
They sell fresh bread
Moreover, plastic toys.
The greengrocer next door
Sell carrots, cabbage and leeks
However, no heart-shaped
Tomatoes.
Further down the road
A shop specialises in exotic cheese
and milk products
However, none of them sells Joy.
It's spring and the sun is waking up so take my hand let's walk down the green fields. For this is where our love began. It's still young, fresh like green leaves, and I pray there wouldn't be drought seasons. Give me the green light and forget the green flies. On this field I plant our love with my green thumb and it will grow making you a greengage and I will be the greengrocer. I see you greenery my love, in a way that the world calls me a greenhorn. So let's guard our love like a greenbelt, and I promise you will stay evergreen.
One time above a little shop,
An old greengrocer climbed on top,
Despite himself he could not stop,
The world had changed forever.
The fruit of that old grocers loins,
Became obsessed with notes and coins,
She knew the club she had to join,
For she was very clever.
Yet not as clever as the man,
From council flat in Birmingham,
Bought her vision and now he can,
Not get help for his wife.
A wife he loves and yes adores,
Who gave him joy and did his chores,
And lives today in corridors,
The last days of her life.
She sleeps and so he sits a while,
And raises just a little smile,
As he begins to reconcile,
The error of his ways.
He sees a TV playing news,
A woman in expensive shoes,
Repeats the grocers daugthers views,
F*** off out loud he says.
O Charlie
You razzle and dazzle us
With your Harley
With your gold rings and gold teeth
You sure are king of bling.
Oh Charlie
Your tomatoes are fashionably hued
Your fruits are so fruity and plummmmy
Oh Charlie
Your greens are so green
So that we don't need no salad cream.
Oh Charlie
All your produce are organically sourced
You are a man of embellished words
You obey the fair trade rules
For it is in greengrocer's clause.
Oh Charlie!
My folks call you Charles
For you are a man of true class.
Oh Charlie
You have been an entertaining
Fixture of my hood
For twenty five years
Or so
Why the heck no body had dedicated
A song for you before?
Oh Charlie! Charlie, Charlie. Charlie
You razzle and dazzle us
With your Harley.
You have only gone
And introduced a brand new
Product called "barley"!
As I said before
You are a man of many
Embellished words!
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