For Alberto
He is from Galacia where they love fish – eating them. This miserable shop (my closest chippy) fascinated and constantly disappointed him
Sullen Sid waits silently for trade
Today's day-glo special – battered hake
Business is less likely than a police raid
Once, he pulled a huge carp from a lake
Poor Sid, it isn’t much of a life
He fills the fryer, sings the same song
Endures the moods of his trouble and strife
His motto – the
customer is always wrong
Now they don’t come. Like a bitter old toad
He’ll blame everyone but himself
Curse the bright new chippy down the road
Lug more pickled onions onto the shelf
The spent fat, the plump carp, his grumpy wife
Poor Sid. It isn’t much of a life
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