Old poem called "The Corner Shop"

Does anyone remember an old poem called "The Corner Shop"?

It was from years ago and it told the tale of what you could buy etc at a corner shop in the old days. I used to have a copy of it but sadly lost it. I would love to see it again.

This one?

https://www.abebooks.co.uk/first-edition/Corner-Shop-Poem-Sheffield-Dialect-first/3643933441/bd

This one?

https://www.abebooks.co.uk/first-edition/Corner-Shop-Poem-Sheffield-Dialect-first/3643933441/bd

Many thanks Jim Hardie. Not sure if it's the one I asked about but it probably is. Obviously I would have to see the actual wording to be certain. Thanks once again. W.A.W.A.W.

Found The Corner Shop poem on Poemhunter website. Great find. Love it & very true!!

Is it this one? Its called The Old Corner Shop tho...

The Old Corner Shop: - Poem by David Wood

When I was a lad all those years ago

We'd get our shopping from the corner shop,

There were no supermarkets then you know

The pace of life slower, now it's nonstop.

We were served by a little old lady

Who would gather our order while we wait,

I think her name was Mrs O'Grady,

And nothing ever had a sell by date.

She would tot up our order in her head

There were no computers then, or fancy till,

Just a pad and a pencil tipped with lead

We knew she was right when we got the bill.

Her husband delivered the milk each day

He had a horse and cart to do his round,

He'd leave a pint of milk in our doorway

And collect all the empties that he found.

The bottles were all cleaned and used again,

No plastic dumped after only one use

In landfill, that would seem very insane,

And from which there could be no excuse.

But along came the supermarket chain

And we all had to stand in a long queue

We'd walk round the aisles again and again

And we got our Green Shield stamps which was new.

We collected thousands of them each week

The dreaded Green Shield stamp books grew and grew

They became an irritant, something pique,

Gone the old way of life, the life we knew.

David Wood

Is it this one? Its called The Old Corner Shop tho...

 

 

The Old Corner Shop: - Poem by David Wood

 

 

When I was a lad all those years ago

We'd get our shopping from the corner shop,

There were no supermarkets then you know

The pace of life slower, now it's nonstop.

We were served by a little old lady

Who would gather our order while we wait,

I think her name was Mrs O'Grady,

And nothing ever had a sell by date.

She would tot up our order in her head

There were no computers then, or fancy till,

Just a pad and a pencil tipped with lead

We knew she was right when we got the bill.

 

Her husband delivered the milk each day

He had a horse and cart to do his round,

He'd leave a pint of milk in our doorway

And collect all the empties that he found.

The bottles were all cleaned and used again,

No plastic dumped after only one use

In landfill, that would seem very insane,

And from which there could be no excuse.

 

But along came the supermarket chain

And we all had to stand in a long queue

We'd walk round the aisles again and again

And we got our Green Shield stamps which was new.

We collected thousands of them each week

The dreaded Green Shield stamp books grew and grew

They became an irritant, something pique,

Gone the old way of life, the life we knew.

 

 

David Wood

Excellent, especially when you are old enough to identify with the whole thing.

Is it this one? Its called The Old Corner Shop tho...

 

 

The Old Corner Shop: - Poem by David Wood

 

 

When I was a lad all those years ago

We'd get our shopping from the corner shop,

There were no supermarkets then you know

The pace of life slower, now it's nonstop.

We were served by a little old lady

Who would gather our order while we wait,

I think her name was Mrs O'Grady,

And nothing ever had a sell by date.

She would tot up our order in her head

There were no computers then, or fancy till,

Just a pad and a pencil tipped with lead

We knew she was right when we got the bill.

 

Her husband delivered the milk each day

He had a horse and cart to do his round,

He'd leave a pint of milk in our doorway

And collect all the empties that he found.

The bottles were all cleaned and used again,

No plastic dumped after only one use

In landfill, that would seem very insane,

And from which there could be no excuse.

 

But along came the supermarket chain

And we all had to stand in a long queue

We'd walk round the aisles again and again

And we got our Green Shield stamps which was new.

We collected thousands of them each week

The dreaded Green Shield stamp books grew and grew

They became an irritant, something pique,

Gone the old way of life, the life we knew.

 

 

David Wood

Thanks for that Nicki-red. It's not the one I was referring to but it is still a great poem. I love it.

Clarice Mclellan of Rivelin wrote a poem called the corner shop,It started with

Id love to go to the corner shop.

to find out what were going off.

who,d got married, who,d got wed and who wah ready for gerrin in bed..........clarice was my neighbour and use to practice her poems on me.

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Clarice Mclellan of Rivelin wrote a poem called the corner shop,It started with

Id love to go to the corner shop.

to find out what were going off.

who,d got married, who,d got wed and who wah ready for gerrin in bed..........clarice was my neighbour and use to practice her poems on me.

Clarice Mclellan of Rivelin wrote a poem called the corner shop,It started with

Id love to go to the corner shop.

to find out what were going off.

who,d got married, who,d got wed and who wah ready for gerrin in bed..........clarice was my neighbour and use to practice her poems on me.

 

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Clarice Mclellan of Rivelin wrote a poem called the corner shop,It started with

Id love to go to the corner shop.

to find out what were going off.

who,d got married, who,d got wed and who wah ready for gerrin in bed..........clarice was my neighbour and use to practice her poems on me.

That's the one!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'd love it if you had the rest of the poem. Cheers.

Sorry Lakerman, I cant remember the rest of the poem it seemed to go on forever,the Central library on Surrey Street may have it. I think they might have helped Clarice get it published.Also the Rivelin Conservation group might be able to help. A chap called Keith Kendall used to come and chat with Clarice about her poems and the local history which most of her poems were based on.

Sorry Lakerman, I cant remember the rest of the poem it seemed to go on forever,the Central library on Surrey Street may have it. I think they might have helped Clarice get it published.Also the Rivelin Conservation group might be able to help. A chap called Keith Kendall used to come and chat with Clarice about her poems and the local history which most of her poems were based on.

Hi Ferretman. Thanks for your input. I used to have a copy of the poem but I can't find it anywhere. I'll ask a the library next time I'm up there. Thanks once again and thanks to all who replied.

Hi have you found the poem I think I have the one you want. 

It's all about the rows of goods on the shelves. 

Just by chance I came across this forum. 

Chris