(20 minute poetry)

Stop me and try one
but
the ice lolly man
pedals on.

I shout for a cornet,
he cannot hear me
where once he was near me
he's now far away.

No ice cream today then
and when will I get one if
the lolly pop man
won't stop?

Greensleeves and
ice lolly memories
I wonder if Shakespeare
were here would
they stop for him?

This is fantasy
a Central line
romance for me

nothing to do but watch
faces
expressions,
shoe laces
undone
stop me and tie one
hold on I might buy one
the tube rumbles on
in tune.