Old London
Sweet Lavender?
I do love London
Where else to treat the senses
To hear the hawkers cry?
“Cherry Ripe” she calls
The bold girl winking at me
Lips to match her ware
On the street corner
“Knives and scissors to grind,
girl?”
With maids in a line
“Sweet Lavender sir?
Your wife will want this at home
Six bunches a penny”
I do love London
To flirt with those pretty girls
I’ll go back there soon
On rereading this I felt a bit embarrased at including the knife grinder so for a another salesgirl try this one:
“Look fine strawberries
They are as lush as I am sir”
Just who would not buy?
An interesting take on the prompt. I could see the girls selling their wares.
ReplyDeleteStrangely enough London doesn't seem to have changed a lot. I was shocked when I liv ed there how many people were still hawking wares in the streets!
ReplyDeleteAnd now we have malls. Seems impersonal doesn't it?
ReplyDeleteIt sounds as if the sweet memories of this place are indeed calling to you, Old Egg! Ahh, to be young and flirtatious again! :-)
ReplyDeleteI'm not sure, I couldn't tell what was so embarrassing about it.
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