A smile stretches over her face,
as they come.

There are old men,
in shorts and sunhats,
indoors
and
ladies in heels,
who,
dash in from work,
they are moaning,
about their weights,
and their waits,
their husbands,
their children.

Winchester folk are queerer folk than her,
yes,
honestly,
they are
there are precious old dears,
who love having her near,
she makes them feel safe.

They come to pick up their pills,
while discussing their ills,
discussing the weather,
the air conditioning is that,
just an air con,
and she melts again,
they make her melt,
her job pays her bills,
it is them,
however;
who,
stretch her smile!
(C) Livvi