A Little Bit More

 

Mam’s sunk another quid on it

She saw her reflection in the plastic dispenser

A pick ‘n’ mix of promises

Laid out before her

This time she’d have to win, ‘right kids’?

She’s got this lucky 2p

She uses ever so carefully

It takes off the silver foil

Tiny curls that fall to the floor

The corners and the edges first

Then just a little bit more at a time

She is fastidious about it

Every last inch has got to be scratched

Anxious anticipation niggles at her

She lets her imagination conjure up

The second look, the gasp, the celebration

The breathless ‘at last kids!’

The first two lines are gone

‘It’s looking good, kids

I’ve got two hundred grands on

That’d sort us out

A mansion and an acre of land

Come to think of it

I’m not exactly sure what an acre is

But it sounds like what posh people get

Nice and big and, and, and…..

…..nevermind kids

There’s always next time around’

Mam’s always got that one last pound