Little Tommy

Little Tommy

Little Tommy Blenkinsopp

Lived with his mum above the shop

The apothecary in Chapel Street square

Everyone knew his dad’s shop was there

All around brought their ailments for him to cure

With his drugs and potions to be sure

A busy place most of the time

Spotlessly clean, free from grime

One day little Tommy was sifting through

Items left for dad to do

Included in the assorted work

Was a pair of teeth to repair for old Mrs Burke

Therefore, Tommy thought he would give dad a helping hand

The best chemist to Tommy in the land

Trying to fix the teeth, he glued them apart

He said to himself, that will do for a start

And Mr Wheeler’s laxative pills

The ones that supposedly cured all ills

He mistakenly put into Mrs O’Reilly pack

And put them in the store room upon the rack

Dear Mrs.Burke came to collect her teeth and left

So pleased and no longer without them, feeling so bereft

And returned a short while later in quite a foul mood

But Tommy’s dad misunderstood

Could not explain what had taken place

And tried not to laugh at Mrs Burke's face

Her mouth seemed to be permanently open wide

So bad in fact you could see well inside

Little Tommy looked so sheepish and ran to hide

The game was up, Mrs Burke then cried

As he ran, off down the street

Mrs O’Reilly he did meet

Clutching her backside and obviously upset

And realizing a hiding he was going to get

I will kill you she cried, I know it’s’ your fault you little sod

Swearing and cursing and waving a wooden rod

As Mrs Burke joined in the pursuit down the street for miles

She sounded like a Rottweiler suffering from piles

But little Tommy was crafty, new how to avoid capture at all cost

As Mrs O’Reilly slipped up on the ground covered in frost

A loud noise erupted from her backside as she hit the floor

What happened next, please don’t ask, I implore

As Tommy slipped down an alley and out of sight

He thought I had best go to Auntie’s and stays there the night

As Mrs Burke with her mouth still, open wide

And Mrs O’Reilly with her sore backside

Went back to Tommy’s dad to try to make sense

Of what had happened, to get cures for their predicaments

In the end, all was well Tommy got the blame

And the next day he had a rear end the was aflame

A jolly good spanking was all he got

But for Mrs Burke and Mrs O’Reilly, an experience they never forgot