East London walkabout

Boys and girls
with spindly pins
jogging their little
hearts out,

my good lady and I
were out for a stroll,
it was bloody freezin’ cold,
the gloves were no good
my nose started to run
it must have thought it was
a jogger
oh what bleedin’ fun
a bit of fresh air
does you good
in fact
it’s recommended.

Home again to the pain
of thawing,
toe tingling
gut gnawing
and a cup of tea in
the kitchen
which in
this home is the hub.

© 2021, John Smallshaw.