"Roll on nine o'clock," moans Charlie,
Pipe dreaming Red Ferraris.
Six-foot blondes - with loads of lolly,
Then, as he unloads another trolley
Into the icy depths,
He pictures Titanic's decks.
That is, until a voice, perplexed,
Shouts:? "Charlie - chuck what you are doing?
Something fishy's brewing."
Alas! the warning is too late,
Charlie feels the Hand of Fate
Grab him by the shoulders,
And, before the day is over,
Charlie's Pipe Dreams have come true,
But next time it could be you ....... By Betty Lightfoot,
Wentworth Road,
Swinton.
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