Every Shopkeeper Has Their Day

Another creative writing work project, using a photographic prompt produced by Johan Walter Bantz http://www.flickr.com/photos/johannwalterbantz/

Loosely based on the rhyme pattern and meter of the classic poetry verse from Jack the Giant Killer (Jack and the Beanstalk):

I smell the blood of an Englishman,
Be he alive, or be he dead
I’ll grind his bones to make my bread.

Right there in front
Of the till machine
Laughs out loud
H’gives me a fright
Asks if he caught me “Ain’t that right?”

Grab (for)
(An) iced Bun
He turns ‘round fast
Goes to make a run
Thwack! Bun hits him
Plumb on the head
He stumbles, falls over
My-God, I think he’s dead!

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