The lion meets with the greasy man
for coffee every morning on platform 4.
An unlikely match.
She golden glorious,
he greasy like a Parisian from the movies,
desperately in need of a haircut and general spruce.
Legs crossed seaweed dangle,
oh so nonchalon in ya shiny grey,
and i am flummoxed!
The lion,bold as brass towers over the shabby cheap,shoes and suit.
And she hangs on his every word? Smitten?
For fucks sake have a wash mate!!
Ya killing me!