Sophies Story Poem by john thomas

A courting did go Sophie Blow
On Grimsby’s salty front,
A coy young girl as ere there be
But she was on the hunt.

Along came a fine gentleman
Will’ Wheatley was his name,
Within a month of meeting him
Sophie’s was the same!

But bliss was not to tarry long
As Wheatley; well he died,
Fell in to his Sunday lunch
Her mushrooms on the side!

But she was not the kind of girl –
To let death get her down,
So up she got, and out she went
To meet the men O’Town.

She chanced upon sea fairing man
A maker of fine sails,
Within a month his ‘Sow & West’ -
Were swapped for wedding tails.

John William was an outdoor type
Keen on cliff top views,
Alas one day he tripped off one
After Sophie tied his shoes!

Within a month she wed once more -
A man who was of fame,
‘Solicitor William Rozer’
Through Law had made his name.

Rozer was a Golfer –
But hit a ‘hole in one’,
When Sophie told the Coroner
She couldn’t tell Wedge from gun!

Poor Sophie’s reputation
Now plagued her wooing ways,
But came along Will’ Cawkwell
To seaside for the day.

Now Cawkwell was a mason
With strong and bullish head,
Yet before his holiday ended
To Sophie he was Wed.

Quick to work she put him
For a ‘middin’ she would build,
When Cawkwell put the last brick in –
Mysterious, he was killed!

Now long on reputation
Our Sophie courts no more,
But rich beyond comprehension
Thanks to her ‘Williams’ four.