She won’t give money,
she suspects it would go
not on food – probably on blow –
so buys a sandwich and hands it over;
her surprise when it’s given to Rover
leads to anger, a decision to never
give to the man who sits on the corner.
He sees her coming with gift in hand,
a patron’s smile, a look so grand,
Lady Bountiful in Jimmy Choo shoes.
The dog is suffering, they’ve had no food
for three days.
The dog has stopped his whining, soldier.
He’s glad of the food and gives half to the stray
sees the look on her face and is about to say
‘Thank you, I’ll have a bite, too.’
But she’s gone, she’s through,
Lady B in her Jimmy Choo shoes.
Polly Robinson © 2012