Lommashay Launderette


It’s so easier to get into heaven
Than it is to escape from our street.
Cos’ at the end sits an old Launderette
Where all of our harridans meet.

There’s a great big plate glass window
Behind which they all sit in a row.
All eyeballing any silly old bugger
Who’s daft enough to pass by below.

So, be it a bet, a pint or a dalliance
It’s a wise thing not to be seen.
Cos’ every old crone in Lommashay
Will know where it is you have been!

2016, January

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