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