The roses are waiting

the roses are waiting but I can not and Gunsel can’t either so full of cravings my peace, her time we seem to get neither alas, we have tried our best and our worst to make this a living the moment has come we’re raising a toast our jobs up we’re giving don’t pity us, reader don’t even try to make this last longer our jobs are dead our heads are down but our will just got stronger we’ll pick up the brushes we’ll handle the tills the shelves we shall fill if we have to so, no more debating! at Waitrose (no-frills) the roses are waiting