Ten years ago when Daughter No2 was a student at Nottingham Trent University she took a part-time job at Primark.  Until this happened.

 

The lights were all dimmed, they’d cashed the tills

The staff had gone home, their usual drill

A day uneventful without any thrills

In fact a bit of a bore

Till,

            Sammy got locked in the store.

 

She’d waited till shift-end to change her clothes

She gone to the toilet but started to doze

And when she awoke she suddenly froze

Realising as she tried the door

That,

            Sammy was stuck in the store.

 

She shouted and hollered but no-one was there

She tried all the exits she tried all the stairs

At first she panicked, but then she declared

With a logic far surer than mine

“I know –

 I’ll dial 999”.

 

The desk sergeant thought it a bit of a hoax

He’d suffered before from these type of jokes

As often as not some drunken blokes

But Sammy convinced the police

That - 

She needed them for her release.

 

Their sirens were blazing for Sammy’s rescue

Assisted by firemen and ambulance crew

They’d even brought Primark’s manager too

(Stripey pyjamas he wore)

So –

            Sammy don’t work there no more.