Lawrence Brown

Lawrence Brown was a family man

Worked as hard as any man can

His wife was thin

And his daughters were fat

And all day long his daughters just sat

And watched their mother scrub the floors

And do the other family chores

They just sat around indoors

A bank clerks life is boring is as hell

It's even worse when you're not feeling well

He came home one afternoon

At four o'clock on the second of June

With a cup of tea

He went to bed

He took a book

That he never read

By five o'clock Mr Brown was dead

The Doctor came and with hardly a look

He drew the sheet and closed the book

Mrs Brown sat numb and just stared

The only one who really cared

She thought of all that she had to do

And wondered how she would see it through

And how she did it no one knew

Her daughters went out dancing that night

Staying home didn't seem right

Mrs Brown was left all alone

To sort the future out on her own

She got a job in a week or two

In an office block with a lousy view

Of another block

That was lousy too

Six months later poor Mrs Brown

Had a council flat in the middle of Town

Her youngest girl had ran off from home

Leaving her mother to cope on her own

Her elder daughter quite by chance

Had an easy life in the South of France

As a paid companion

To a maiden Aunt