There he goes the Sandwich Board Man,
Up and down around the town.
In the wind, in the rain,
Smiling sheepishly, hiding his shame.
The children think he's fair game!
Avoiding eyes, he stares the ground,
Hungry, jobless, this is all he's found.
Inside himself, feels duty bound.
Casting aside his manly pride,
He is one of the masses cast aside.
And now he is a prop for an advert shop.
Not a man, but a walking board!
If only he could be like a football star,
And be paid for his name on products of the bar? A Chattin
Bridgeman Street, Farnworth
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