in the winter of discontent
to protest because her local
off licence and small knocking
shop that sold some tripe
as steak pie to truckers
who could not tell if
it was crap or pudding
trying to translate Spanishvans latest
version of the tango until
she gave up due to
cramp in the back of
his rusty old Ford Thames
that hurt her back as
it was a six legger
that carried Altitudes’ money to
the tax man once again
to help homeless lorry drivers
and one legged dwarfs from
the stockbroker belt in Witney
but not rich Smiths drivers