@+e Forum Billy the Milkman

Billy the Milkman All smiles and talk Went to work with a happy face Bringing joy each place he would walk Collecting bottles from the milk float At five am every day Out on his rounds He went out on his way Driving the streets so early Up with the Lark Who is chirping and chattering As he flies around in the dark Somewhere in the distance A dog barks, quite a din Where, at his first customer Mr Jones Is having a lie in Clink clank, go the bottles As Billy walks up the path to the house Trying to be silent Like the proverbial Mouse Delivering his quota of milk To everyone on his round Is his expectation As his feet he does pound Running between houses So to finish as quick, as he can Being late home does not fit to his plan
He bring Milk, Loaves and Butter And the odd small fruit juice or two To keep his customers happy There is nothing he will not do But one Friday morning As he had nearly finished his round Someone crept up behind him Not making a sound He was grabbed around the neck Heard, your money or your life Realising he was being robbed His first thoughts, were for his kids and his wife As the attacker tried to steal his money pouch Which, was attached to his waist rather tight So as to safeguard the money he collected Throughout, the early morning light He thought to himself I will not be robbed at knife point today So he brought back his head Into the robbers face And his arm released Billy And he had blood on his face Almost straight away Old Mrs Sullivan out walking her dog As she did in all weathers, come Rain, Snow or Fog
Had seen what was happening to Billy And picked a piece of wood And hit the attacker on the side of his head As hard as she could Down he went moaning Stunned and distraught As P C Maguire arrived The thief was well and truly caught Billy was indebted to Mrs Sullivan For her assistance when it mattered And for the next hour or so Over tea they just chattered But Billy suddenly remembered He still had his round to conclude It had been an eventful morning With the villain complexly subdued And on his way to the police station With P C Maguire But Billy still had to deliver his Milk, and his food Did he finish his round one would have to enquire On reaching the Dairy at the finish of his day To the cheers from his colleagues He went on to say You never realise the friends that you make As every morning you wend your merry way Smiling and laughing with his patrons Making a bright start to their morning day Saying good morning Mr So and so And smiling at their wives A simple man Billy may be But he touches many people’s hearts its true And brings a smile and goodwill to everyone He meets in the darkened morning hue