The Broadford Co-op
by Lachie Strummer - 09:46 on 24 August 2011
The Broadford Co-op
We just love the Broadford Co-op,
Be the weather wet or dry,
They sell barbecues in winter,
De-icer in July.
They’ve got Easter eggs in August,
I sometimes wonder why,
If your caught on the hop, it’s your one stop shop,
The finest shop in Skye.
The staff are always friendly,
You won’t hear them moan or sigh,
You can get the craic with Keefy,
Mrs Miller and MacKay,
If you just can’t trace the treacle,
Or locate an apple pie,
There’ll be somebody there, who will show you where,
In the finest shop in Skye.
An impressive freezer section,
It really is quite cool,
They’ve got burgers and fish fingers too
To make a grown man drool.
They’ve got frozen peas and pizzas,
And oven chips galore,
Aye, and don’t forget the ice-cream,
In the Broadford superstore.
And when you turn the corner,
You will find the alcohol,
They’ve got vodka, gin, and brandy,
They’ve got bottles large and small.
They’ve got whisky-malt and blended,
Beer and lager on the floor,
They’ve got red wine , white wine, pink champagne,
We’ve all been there before…..
If you want to buy a paper,
They’ve got more than I can say,
There’s the Oban Times and the Free Press,
And the good old P&J.
There’s the Herald, and the Record,
But if you like some fun,
You’ll find show-bizz bits, and lots of tits,
In the Daily Star and The Sun.
And when you reach the checkout,
With your divi card in your hand,
Your trolleys overflowing,
But you can’t understand.
Where did those condoms come from?
There must be some mistake,
It’s been a long day, I’ll be on my way,
This is more than I can take!
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