MANKUNIA

In Piccadilly where I first met her I thought,
oh! What a beauty she was
Old and young, Oi! Ahem!
Me mum! she pitifully declared.
To sale an agent had me posted
To guard a shop from local lads
Whose hooded deeds,
the shopkeeper detested
Unready to be fleeced in waffles or coins
The travel shop gentleman, hardly gentle
But the literature I read was more subtle
The bus driver never heard of Miss Gertrude
Summat, I garner many stops before getting rude
An old sale lady pointed me out with a smiley'
And I strode out toward her pointing
You can't miss it, her farewell stated
Hours later my Miss Gertrude remained missing
In Piccadilly where I first met her
I thought how quite she was and reserved
The beauty that 'me mum' pitifully declares
Now I know to double check before setting for her pointing