A Gentleman's Agreement (I.P.)
His new-found wealth went
straight to his head; the delights
of the shop winked at him
from every counter, every shelf.
“Don’t spend it all at once!”
his uncle had said on his
annual visit from overseas. But
what the heck! Why not?
“A Wagon Wheel, two Penguins –
‘alf a pound of Spanish Gold,
free flying saucers – green ones,
and a bag of aniseed balls.”
“Will that be all, sir? How about
a pack of sweet cigarettes, or
maybe sir would like a Mars bar?”
“No – nuffink else. Fresh out of
the readies. Unless you got somefink...
buy one, get one free, o’course.”
“Tell you what,” the shopkeeper says,
“I’ll do you a deal, but don’t go
'spreading it around, mind.
Come here, son; it’ll be our little secret.
Let’s shake on it. Give me a ‘Please’
and out of the goodness of my heart
I’ll throw in a ‘Thank you’, no charge.”