While walking down the street today

I chanced upon old acquaintance.

Breakfast weather debate depleted,

we tucked into a mid-morning snack.

Marathon days and snickers ways

from beautiful South to bountiful North

and back to the garden of Alice, whose knickers

were wrapped round the washing line

and whose skirts were spragged to the floor.

An arm full of shopping and a mind full of your...

my bladder about to burst. I stubbed my toe in the

revolving door and I swore !

that there in my reflection,

I saw Alice!