The high faluting customer enquires
of the Pakistani til clerk at Costcutter
if she cast her vote to choose the London Mayor.

I interrupt and say I cast mine but it
didn’t prevent Boris getting back in.
She’s grins nervously and dashes for the exit

and we all know the nature of her sin.
I saw a blue tit yesterday, they say
you have to leave London to see these things

but if you keep a sharp, observant eye
you’ll catch all manner of unlikely creatures—
for wherever you are in this city,

you’re never far from rats or Tory voters.


2 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. peter litton
    May 07, 2012 @ 21:32:59

    I guess the thought of that megalomaniac Livingstone was just too much for her and for quite a few labour voters too.
    I think the third stanza is wicked.


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