The Swaffham Crier Online

Leisure? Skip it!

What is this life if, losing grip

You haven't time to fill your skip?

No time to see, when strangers pass

How sneakily they throw in glass?

No time at all to stand and stare

As someone heaves in a large armchair?

No time to see, in broad daylight

A sideboard go in, - by Hepplewhite?

No time to feign you cannot see

Your neighbours deposit an old settee?

No time to wait, and watch a man

Transfer the contents of his van?

No time to wake, look out and find

Your clearout plan was undermined?

A poor life this, if, losing grip

You have no space left in your skip!

Ophir (After W.H.Davies)