| With apologies to François Villon |
[Jan. 5th, 2009|10:45 am] |
Where, pray tell me, in which shop
where are the 13-amp fuses?
And shoe-laces and polish,
And velcro tabs and Dylon dye?
Pick 'N Mix sweeties, I miss you
and plastic folders for 50p,
and multicoloured Biros.
Oh where is the Woolies of yesteryear?
Where now shall I buy tea-towels
and lightbulbs for inside my fridge?
And if I need an umbrella in a hurry,
where shall it be obtained?
Where, pray tell me, the cheap plain white china
And cheese-graters and geometry sets
And hanging peg ensembles for over the bath.
Oh where is the Woolies of yesteryear?
No week shall pass save I ask
where they are; and throughout the present years
my pissed-off refrain shall continue.
Where is the Woolies of yesteryear? |
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