When she meets Marjorie in her M and S blouse and Black and Decker tights
With a Cosmopolitan and twenty Dunhill Lights.
Don’t forget the splash of Agent Provocateur!
A habit of yesteryear that lingers like the scent of stale Lucky Strike.
Opposite the precinct is the Labour Club,
Where the retired men drink their bitter and share their Golden Wonder on policies, politics, hatricks and horses.
On Tuesday, I heard it was Ruby Valentine down at Southwell
As the one in the corner whose face has dropped a thousand of our Mary’s graces listens on.
Number 59 – The Brighton Line
Announces the compere whilst the Cosmopolitan consumer screams ‘you effin swine.’
She prescribes her sorrow a Gordon’s tonic and lime.
Observes the Television where Michelle Fowler’s revelation has been replaced by the Test Card F’s creepy clown,
Whilst she hopes and prays for a grasp of Viv Nicholson’s crown.
Edged in the corner, sipping and supping at The Famous Goose
Tonight, The Labour Club’s booked an Elvis impersonator!
Those old dears clamber from the bar for this Prestwich Presley.
Although, he still sits undisturbed with his Goose, tired eyes and that sharp sort of stubble.
When his gaze turns affectionate towards a booklet from St Paddy’s Chapel
Two verses of Amazing Grace and a smiling face by the name of Doreen.
‘Maybe I didn’t treat you as well as I should have’
Echoes from the stage
The fella in the corner decides to call it a day
Gazes upon the reflection of the full moon in the chippy’s window
Whilst his boots become wet from the prescient’s winter snow.
And he makes his way….
Thirty Three – Come in for you teaTonight, The Labour Club’s booked an Elvis impersonator!
Those old dears clamber from the bar for this Prestwich Presley.
Although, he still sits undisturbed with his Goose, tired eyes and that sharp sort of stubble.
When his gaze turns affectionate towards a booklet from St Paddy’s Chapel
Two verses of Amazing Grace and a smiling face by the name of Doreen.
‘Maybe I didn’t treat you as well as I should have’
Echoes from the stage
The fella in the corner decides to call it a day
Gazes upon the reflection of the full moon in the chippy’s window
Whilst his boots become wet from the prescient’s winter snow.
And he makes his way….
Fifteen numbers marked by her rifle’s red dot
£5,000 jackpot in her purse
Another woman shouts, ‘fifty three, wasn’t it?’
White shirt, short skirt, red lipstick
Harpurhey’s Betty Page in C&A lingerie
Words become exchanged
Marjorie leaves to the fruit machines.
And well this Doctor that prescribes Gordon’s Tonic
She lights up one, last Dunhill and she makes her way….
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