The Baker’s Wife

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.