From Keith Sowerbutts, Southwood Drive, Baxenden.

The thug ventured out on a shopping trip
With a moll stuck like glue to his arm
Passing by shops, looking into windows
To impress, tried to turn on the charm.

At a jeweller's asked would she like a ring?
On a tray a large diamond he spied
Thereupon took a brick, smashing the window
And reached for the sparkler inside.

She showered him with praise, accepting the gift
And with his ego reaching its peak
Offered to get her a pair of fine shoes
Upmarket, fashionable, quite chic.

Picking a shoe shop some distance away
He gazed at a possible pair
Once more found a brick, breaking the glass
He stole them, but she didn't care.

But she went too far, begging for a fur coat
He said: "Slow down, let's have none of your tricks
I can't keep complying with your whims and wishes,
Just hold on, I'm not made out of bricks!"