She was young and girlish
He was tall and greased
A spritely thing of seventeen
Him in middle age

And by that I mean his twenties
But the gap was clear as day
The leggings she wore a wear a little cheap
She was stylish in her way

Her hair was spilt in black and white
It hung down past her shoulders
He hung around her like a lingering funk
A generation older

Shaggy, shabby, it seemed familiar
I guessed he must have had his plusses
I got distracted by a car on sale
And the two of them got away

Sometimes I go out shopping
I play it as I please
The music makes me, I just groove
And slip from common sight

I get a little pleasure, I can’t deny
From a well thought-out arrangement
The fruits, the veg, the meats, the treats
I’m a man of wealth and taste

Other folks I glance entranced
It’s all good in the ocean
Wheel away, I sift and sway
Keeping constant motion

When who should appear? My favourite couple.
I swing in neat behind them
But it seems this fine, young gentleman
Has a thumb jerked up his nose

“Gerrof, yar plonker! This here’s my girl.”
I freeze in feigned astonishment
“Oil harlve yor hedd if you don’t fayr kanter,”
“Now pikk ahnuther poignt.”

I give his girlfriend’s hair a tug
And spin off clowning laughing
He stamps his foot and says “Harroomph!”
“Yewll geddit in the neck!”

I flashed a smile, and with great style
Began to lope and loop
And just before turning for the next aisle over
Got a last glimpse at her hoop