Miss Shelma received her weekly pay
And decided to spend it on a lovely day.
With her handbag swinging she strolled into town
Thoughts of the high street banishing her frown.
Out of the hairdresser’s and back into the shops
Shelma looked radiant in her little white frock.
She was having a blast in the January sales
Snapping up bargains and browsing the rails.
Hundreds of dresses, thousands of shoes
Shelma was verging on January sales blues.
She hailed a cab: ‘ To Sheldon Street’, she cried
And collapsed with all those lovely bags by her side.
poem by Sue M
shell picture by Sandra D
A guest poet today, my dear friend Sue. We have known each other for over 40 years. She introduced me to Dr. John Cooper Clarke’s
poems and occassionally we have poetic exchanges via email. Sue is not a blogger and doesn’t follow blogs but we share a love for all things arty. I was thrilled that the shell collage inspired her to write a poem and name this little person Shelma from Sheldon Street.
Have a fun filled and Silly Saturday!
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