What’s in my pocket

Josephine Corcoran hosts a new challenge to write about “What’s in my pocket” (or bag)

 

A lady’s handbag must be stretchy
to hold all she needs today.
Mine’s home-made in patchwork
with a very long strap.
It holds
a hanky,  red leather purse, cheque book,
pens galore and note books;
fully charged Kindle
in blue crocheted bag,
or failing that a paperback
in case I have to wait;
red passport, scruffy bits of paper
with ‘phone numbers but no phone,
old till receipts and shopping lists
but not the one for today ─
that one’s at home on the table.
Small point-and-shoot camera
in a red crocheted bag;
Natispray in a grey cotton cover
in case my heart plays tricks.
That’s all I can remember
but if I could be bothered to get up and look,
I’d probably find much more.

 

This all reminded me of a song I learned as a child.  I can’t find the words on line, and there’s a small gap in my memory …,so if anyone can remember the missing bits, I’d be
very grateful. 

Mister Brown went out of Town along with Mrs B
and all the little Browns too,  for a fortnight by the sea.
It’s quite absurd the luggage Mrs Brown would always take,
you’d always hear old Brown exclaim  as they went out the gate …

…. Why not at all my dear, she said,
There’s just a large trunk a little trunk,
the youngster’s trips and spades
a leather bag, a carpet bag, a box or two for the maids,
brown paper parcels – there were only two or three ─
and five little girls and boys and they all belong to me.