This poem was written 92 years ago by my husband's grandfather, M.W. Tatlock
hope you can use it.

The girls of the 5 and 10

Although a man advanced in years,
I still think fondly of the dears,
That's why my heart is always sore,
When leaving Woolworths well known store,
And the girls of the 5 and 10

How their sweet and tender glances,
Recall bygone days and dances,
Oh' those eyes and Oh' those graces,
Oh' those curls and Oh' those faces,
Of the girls of the 5 and 10

What makes ones heart beat wildly so,
While the goods they deftly show,
And our hearts they break also,
As though they were composed of glass,
Those girls of the 5 and 10

They sell of course all sorts of things,
Cups and saucers, threads and rings,
And many things I cannot see,
They if asked will find for me,
Those girls of the 5 and 10

But of all the things that store contains,
I think at least all men with brains,
Would very quickly make their choice,
And all would cry as with one voice,
"It's the girls of the 5 and 10"

So Alice dear you'll quickly see,
What it is that worries me,
Small wonder then I say with pain,
Oh that I was young again,
With those girls of the 5 and 10

M.W.T. 1924   Submitted By: NULL