on me way gone

i met her at a chip shop

she was standin’ outside

she ‘ad a bag a chips

i said can i‘ave one

she said who do you think i am

with one curl of her salty lip

one hand on her hip

that was it

i was smit

.

not a haiku

.

a witness statement

.

a whimsy statement

flimsy at best but

.

could’ave happened, innit!

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thx BG