The little corner shop <br />full of special treats <br />Chocolate, bottles of Pop, <br />and jars and jars of sweets. <br />With pocket money in hand <br />given to me by my Dad <br />sometimes a little bit extra <br />if he heard I'd been a good lad. <br />I really loved that little shop <br />it was every young boys dream <br />you could get everything you'd want <br />Football Cards, Toys, and Ice-Cream. <br />My dad used the shop as well <br />he'd pop in to buy his fags <br />and Mum did her weekly shop <br />she'd get me to help her with the bags. <br />Then along came the big supermarket <br />the little shop began to lose it's trade <br />so sadly it had to close it's doors <br />an end of an era again I'm afraid. <br />But I'll always remember the little shop <br />stood there at the bottom of our lane <br />yes it may have only been small <br />but it had more style than any supermarket chain!<br /><br />Kevin Halls<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/down-the-sweet-shop/
