Girl, Blue Stockings
Girl, blue stockings, high heeled
going badly with this uneven
gummed terrain, and so
piggy-backed through Piccadilly
you ask for water, a little salt
excruciating slow under the gilt
red drapes, a shocker, looks
to be a three-o-clocker
back to the ever
so sleight of hand with a tip
and a flourish
back onto the street where twice-timed
girl, blue stockings, falters, halts, impedes and
halo'd by streetlight we, laughing,
fall over ourselves home.
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