Whatever happened to Woolies ?

Woolies is a worthy store,
Paying less, you will get more.
It will sell you things, you surely need,
Like CD's, pans and cooking utensils,
Stationery, sweets and rainbow pencils.
Shop girls titter into a full breast,
Whilst a thin and bespectacled manager
Is very well-dressed.
His weak arms push an administrative pen,
While eyeing the girls and admonishing men !
The warehousemen in dusty brown coats
Pack bright red fire engines to send to the store.
Tintinnabulating and uttering their phrases
Like 'Fire, Fire' and 'Pass me the hose'.
Children will say, I want one of those.
For everyone buys the ethos of the moment,
Which is of course, 'Buy me now',
Pay, I don't care, or know how.
The manager however, keeps his faith,
In counter girls, so beguiling,
Their curling tongs doing the styling.
He much prefers to be the boss,
To balance the books of profit and loss.
And when young Suzie bats her eyes,
He tells her such delicious lies,
Like my poor wife has gone off sex,
And I'm quite free to get off my kecks.
And Suzie is so very compliant
They zoom off quite regular in his Robin Reliant.
But everyone must pay the price,
And Suzie's books by Allardyce
Will really not stop the scandal,
Something even the manager can't handle.
And when the smiling stops in store
It's because Suzie and her boss wanted more,
More than what the store could offer,
Regular employment and little bother.
But now both Suzie and the boss
Carry quite a heavy cross,
For come the spring a bump will show
And everyone will then know
Just what those two in store-rooms did.
This no doubt, will lift the lid !.