Early morning; they board the town Hoppers
to discuss favoured strategy and plan
their attack. Top of the High Street they scan
the planned route into the thriving shoppers
before they finalise their onslaught. As one
they attack shoppers with hideous brollies
and push vile checked chariot trolleys
now full as the weekly battle is won.
Later, she sits at home with tired eyes
and widowed life. A fousty-felted helmet
once crammed on blue rinsed hair now lies
under a sleeping cat. Television
blares out Saturday night Cilla, yet
she is trapped within her lonely prison.