Hers

It was 20 years ago today
that she got the call to say
it was finally officially hers.

The old man had run it into the ground
but she had drive
and ambitious plans that were sound.

She knew she could turn it around
and, by golly, she did. A lick
of paint here. A word in the right ear there.

And the word spread. And the word was good.
It wasn't too long before she found
she was having to turn punters away.

And twenty years on it's still going strong.
It's a treasure chest. A goldmine.
Which is great news. Cos what's hers is mine.


Money