Thank-you Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers and thanks to Roger Bultot for the photo prompt/
ANY OLD IRON ?…
Top hat ? I’m keeping that
Brass bedsteads – bah humbug !
Copper wire ha ! Mine’s a pint…
Nobby’s old, time to hang up his horse shoes…
Someone died wearing that jacket ?
Queen Vic’s’ picture Gor Bless Her
Toffs at their window, gawping at me
Legs ache — too old for this game
Retire to Kent
‘Albert, do you see that greasy man in the street, his scurvy pony and cart ?’
‘Yes, m’dear, they’re called Rag and Bone men’
‘ He should go back to where he came from, he’s not welcome here…’
‘They remove our unwanted items, I believe we should be grateful’.