The Yo-yo

Black Country Bugle - - YOUR LETTERS - By Mick Mor­ris

It made me jump with fear Some­thing ran across the floor As I did my shop­ping In my lo­cal store.

Was it a mouse? I thought That ran across the floor So plucked up courage And I went to ex­plore.

As I looked be­hind the bags I was forced to smile At what had made me jump with fear Just for a short while.

It was a lit­tle yo-yo At­tached to a bro­ken string And it brought back mem­o­ries Of the hours of plea­sure it could bring.

It was then a lit­tle voice So po­lite and clear Said, ‘Have you seen a yo-yo, Sir? Come run­ning just past here?’

I gave him back his yo-yo And his lit­tle face just beamed This lit­tle boy then ran away ‘And thank you, Sir!’ he screamed.

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