The Market Place
Are we all going looney,
Or is it only me,
When shopping at the market,
Some peculiar sights I see.
Colourful people,
Mingling in the crowd
Costermongers shouting,
Way too loud.
Toddlers crying,
While sitting in a trolley,
Parents pacify them,
With a dummy or a lolly.
Someone singing,
Or playing the guitar,
And bells ringing,
Somewhere from afar.
Tramp's begging,
To buy a loaf of bread.
A dog lies in the gutter,
Bedraggled and dead.
Tattooed teenagers,
And adults too,
Why do they need to do this?
I don't know, do you?
Dreadlocks on many,
Fellows and girls,
Whatever happened,
To quiffs and curls.
Women wearing pants,
And men in dresses,
Individuality and equality,
That is what they hope this expresses.
There is life in a busy market,
A pulsation all can feel and see,
If it sounds like madness.
Madness is good enough for me.
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