may
     the
           rich
                goodness
                      of
          ­                  2013 ...

                             .. .pursue
                        you
                 into
      2014!

Market square died down this afternoon,
the day of trading over and over all too soon;
and the now the trolleys have been left out,
lights left on waiting for those customers to come again.

They'll hurry into their jumpers the traders and customers of tomorrow,
weather'll kick up and run up the coast in a rainy fuss.

Temporary clad walls that are there all year round
are dressed up from the ground every day, tied at the ear
of the frames that hang over corridor of cobbles,
scuffed with the muck from Armani plimsolls
and the heels of this week's Alexander McQueens.

*When the rain comes trading will cease and
they'll flick out their notepads to calculate this month's lease.

Where there's a broken heart over a breakup
I am always standing by
With the convenient shoulder to lean on
On which a girl can comfortably cry

If there's ever any problem
I am quickly on the scene
Where all the ladies like to call me

Mr. In-Between

I've grown accustomed to this name given
Not bothered all that much
I'm always ready for the rebound
With my bag of tenderness and love

Filling a much needed position
In today's society
Someone here to sooth and give a listen

Mr. In-Between

Not concerned with being the first choice
Sometimes not even the second or third
Though I often have the last voice
When Mr. Prefect turns out to be a ****

I'm always willing and able
Just waiting in the wing
Ready to give it all that I've got

Mr. In-Between