Old timer gets on huffing and puffing
it's probably
somewhat or perhaps nothing,
East London is like that.

Three degrees outside
and
not one singing.

A cheap joke from
an old bloke,
that'd be him
sat
beside me,
madmen on the Jubilee.

Peeking from under her hat
she
looks Chinese
she also looks cold.

I'm on the way to
wherewithal
which is a
withdrawal from my
time bank.

And it's Wednesday.