A plain wedding band once patterned now smooth,
A smooth young face now patterned and worn.
She serves at the counter with her tired smile,
Just one more day, selling baps and plate pies.
“There’s me darlin’” a craggy voice cheers,
Cheeky Ol’ Bobby with a twinkle in his eye.
Special treatment for this one, he comes to the front,
“This is me best girl, best o’ the lot.”
The usual for him, two cobs and a blushing smile.
“See you on Wednesday night, Lovely Lass. Don’t stand me up again!”
A wistful sigh, a ping of the till.
Just one more day, selling baps, and plate pies.
J.R. Nolan 