A small nose, full glossed lips,

Eyes of cornflower blue.

Petite figure, slender hips,

A gaze that looks right through.

 

Expression bored,

My items are wrapped,

My smile ignored,

Confidence sapped.

“Thirty-one pounds then.”

The girl can speak!

She yawns again,

Concentration weak.

I see before me

A pretty young thing.

What does she see

When she is looking?

 

A customer, none too nifty,

Two score years and ten.

Must be over fifty,

Not worth bothering with then….

 

Her job was open last month,

I happened to come and see

A clothes shop that thrived once,

A vacancy filled with a vacancy.

 

Long blackened lashes, hair sleek,

Eyes of cornflower blue.

A touch of blusher on each cheek,

But does she have a clue?