Thin brown girl sails up to me, A look, and 'Business?' enquires she. On London Road she's working hard, In front of fancy restaurants Who've spent so much on fine pretension; She doesn't seem to see the tension. I'm taken aback, Haven't got the knack Of fending off the likes of her, In such a posh surrounding. I mutter 'No', She makes a show Of heartfelt disappointment. Could it be real? What does she feel? What's in her water bottle?
I buy a snack, Start walking back, Munching on a cheese stick. She comes alongside, Matching my stride, Asking her unending question. Ten minutes ago I told her no, It seems she has forgotten.