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AFTER DAY IN THE MARKET
(Set in East End of London, earlier era than 'Eastenders'.)
After a day in the market hawking,
Our loyal customers cash out-forking,
And a healthy profit we’re up-chalking
Against the dire poverty that’s stalking.
When our feet have done the homeward walking,
A shared booze bottle we’d been uncorking,
Our hands and our bodies do the talking.
You say you’re my Queen, beg “Do me more, King!”
Nine months later, a new baby’s squawking.
After a day in the market hawking,
Our loyal customers cash out-forking,
And a healthy profit we’re up-chalking
Against the dire poverty that’s stalking.
When our feet have done the homeward walking,
A shared booze bottle we’d been uncorking,
Our hands and our bodies do the talking.
You say you’re my Queen, beg “Do me more, King!”
Nine months later, a new baby’s squawking.
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