She (Ruth) wheels a tiny
Pushchair down Kevelaer Lane
She is forty 'n' fat, clothes ne'er
Washed & in the pram
A yellow teddy bear & raggish
doll-cum-puppet
Are her children
The children Ruth ne'er
Had; its in her cataract teardrops
In pilot shades Arty
(Ruth's one-time one and only)
swills Bacardi neat
from the quart
chased by a measure of Coke -
mixing them both en gob -
Street mouthwash at the bus stop
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