Poor Annie Trotter

Poor Annie Trotter

Its the same every day 
at quarter to four
She walks out of the house
& She closes the door

Her sisters are huddled on the floor with her Fran
She has to feed four mouths
From the frying pan

They will all have stale bread
With eggs & beans
Its just what they can afford
As they get by on her means

Now shes stood at the till on the dirty shop floor
Its her pay for the week
Though she finds it a chore

Checking through all the items
From the old fashioned till
Its a boring job
But it pays better than the mill

She has to stand & be pleasant to the people passing through
Whilst her fingers work fast
So avoiding a queue

Poor Annie Trotter She knows no better
She is waiting very patient
To receive a letter

But the postman hasnt got it
It hasn’t come yet
So she works very hard coz theres needs to be met

When this letter arrives
She will be far better off
Coz shes been left abit of money
She had a fling with a toff

Her Dad found out
& he called her a tart
Though she loved her Stan
& His dying broke her heart

That was many years ago when she went out with Stan
He was nothing like her father 
Coz he was a decent man

Her Dad is called Bill
He used to work down the mine
But he had a bad accident
& he hurt his spine

So he doesnt go out from the house anymore
He stays indoors with her sisters
As she works in the store

Hes got in a rut making him feel sad
But his moaning & his groaning
Well it makes her real mad

Annie works so hard to make ends meet
Shes got blisters on her soles
Always standing on her feet

Its was such a pity that her Mam
Did die
Annie the youngest & the apple of her eye

Her mam would never see Annie in this plight
She would help her out with the kids Oh it just isnt right

But shes left all alone
To provide for the lot
Poor Annie Trotter
She is put on a spot

They have told her when the cheque pops through her door
That Its gonna be alot
Wont need to work anymore

But this may be months
They think it wont be quick
So she needs to stay strong
She can’t afford to be sick

The rents to be paid 
On this tiny flat
She plans to shift down to the coast
Coz shes always fancied that

This flat is in the middle of a lane
Its nextdoor to an inn
Drunks stagger out every night
By they look so thin

Its not a good area
It is not a nice place
The people living near to her
Well they are a disgrace

Now the clock has struck ten
On the wall in the room
But she ends her shift
Sweepin  up with a broom

Shes hurrys off the bus its the number 64
& Uses her keys to unlock the front door
She picks up a letter which was posted that day
& She cant wait to read what it does say

Dear Miss Trotter,
I am pleased to let you know
You have fifty thousand pounds from a Mr. S. Lowe.
He added in his will if it wasn’t for ill healtn
You would be the only one with him enjoying all his wealth.

So if you could please call in to verify your account
I shall happily hand you a cheque with that amount.

Oh poor Annie Trotter
Well it feels so like a dream
But its just what she deserves
Shes like the cat thats got its cream?

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Tis Christmas, tis Christmas
Hip hip hooray
Santa & Rudolph are ready with the sleigh
He has packed it up & its loaded full of lots of toys
He will bring such delights to all the girls  &  the boys
Rudolph leads the way with his nose Oh so red
Whilst the little ones try to sleep Too excited in their bed
If we are lucky it may snow on this very special night
It will look just like a Christmas card making everything so white ☃️
Early mornings children wake 
With their eyes open wide
They rip open all their presents just to see what is inside
The girls will get unicorns 
& everything pink
Whilst the boys open monsters 
& balloons that will stink
Turkeys in the oven, Xmas table cloth is gold
Mams homemade stuffing & cranbury sauce
Grandmas recipes  of old
Familes sat around the table
Paper hats upon their crowns
Grandad cracking out his jokes
Whilst the younguns mask their frowns
Its the annual British ritual which we always do
We will repeat it all next year
& the ones after too?