I often go to Asda on a Friday...
There's someone I see in the supermarket
who fascinates me.
She has peach poodle hair,
black, black eye make-up
and heavily mascara-ed lashes.
A beige pleated crimplene skirt swings high
above her stilettos,
and metal framed spectacles
perch on her powdered nose.
She smells of old fashioned perfume.
Cloying and acrid and powdery
it hits the back of your throat.
She's fab.
I call her the 'Poodle Woman'.
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