Little No 4
Dark eyes perhaps Jewish
Abandoned
Unwanted by The Guardians
This city is in decline
Coffee Sacks on Sofas
My refreshment break
Was a little uncomfortable
As I was sitting on a coffee sack
Doubling up as a cushion
The nautical views however
Softened my distress
And I must say
The coffee was excellent
In a Church
In a church on the edge of the sea
I purchased a Victorian magazine
Which featured the orphans of London
Their eyes were vacant
As they knew no love