One day Beverley in her fruit shop

  Was adjusting her wares on display

  When to her surprise, as she lifted her eyes

  A young man came in - made her day.

  She smiled at the young man so sweetly

  As her melons he ventured to touch

  She said, “don’t you know, that they’re only for show”

  And her knee made contact with his crotch.

  As he fell to the floor with a clatter

  Thinking that Bev had been rude

  He whipped out his card, made her swallow quite hard

  He was an Inspector of Food.

  As she helped him to rise looking worried

  She dusted him down very quick

  But the pain that he felt, some way under his belt

  Made him look very pale and feel sick.

  “I’ve come here today,” he said softly

  “In response to your customers’ vote

  You’ve got all the range, you never short change

  It’s all written here in this note.”

  He explained there’d been a competition

  From the Town Hall, they’d wanted to find

  A shop that was all you could ask for

  And Beverley’d won, aint that kind?

  He wanted to know from our Beverley

  How her entrepreneuring begun

  She said, “sit down there and I’ll tell you

  How I overcame hardship and won.”

  “When I went to school as a nipper

  I had no pennies for tuck

  My friends all had candy and chocolate and things

  But I had no sweeties to suck.”

  She went on to explain how she’d ventured

  Into Mum and Dad’s bedroom one day

  And on opening the wardrobe and gazing inside

  Saw clothes hanging up bright and gay.

  So she took down Mum’s dresses, and Dad’s things as well

  And laid them all out in a ditch,

  Word soon got round, bargains were to be found

  She sold them for pennies, the witch.

  She then wanted to make some more money

  And thought she had found just the thing

  She invited kids round, and charged them a pound

  Just to stand there and hear young Bev sing.

  It wasn’t the singing they paid for

  That wasn’t what made them all shout

  They all thought it funny, but paid her the money

  So she would then let them all out.

  As the years rolled on by Beverley blossomed

  With a smile that would even melt ice

  She’s got a heart of gold, and what’s more I’m told

  She’s kind to her cat, aint that nice?

  The man sat and listened with patience

  Then shook his head from side to side

  Her achievements, though good, there was one thing she should

  Have to stop before winning her prize.

  “When people come into her shop,” he’d explained,

  “they were entitled to examine and touch

  Her melons, her plums and all of her fruit

  Without getting a knee in the crotch.

  About the author

  Richard Cudlow lives in the south of the United Kingdom and is the author of Overseer, a novel of mystery and intrigue available in all ebook formats.

  From the biblical desert of Qumran to the offices of the British Secret Service, a story unfolds to reveal the secrets of mankind’s destiny. Secrets that come to the modern world from the distant past.

  This book introduces the world to The Overseer, an extraordinary man armed only with the hidden powers of his mind. Powers that, one day, if he can keep the secret of mankind’s destiny, may evolve to you and me.

  Richard also writes verses for personal greetings cards. Just tell him about the person the card is for and he will create a personalised greeting.

  Richard may be contacted at

  r.cudlow[at]yahoo.co.uk

  for information about costs and services.

 
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