STREETALOGUE
What about your cholesterol

The high street hums, there’s sulphur in the air,
Effie and Edie light a fag they’re about to share,
They splutter; they cough, and put the world to rights,
Will anyone escape their lethal sights?

––Then Edie, I goes an avs’ a brace of eggs,
Sunny side up and other dregs
From last Sunday’s left overs,
Well says I what lovely grub and then I goes…...

––but Effie you daft moll. Your cholesterol!
What about your bloody cholesterol?

––Well I’ll be dammed. It’s Effie. How’s things with you?
Still kicking the world ‘til its black and blue?.

––Oh! Bert. It’s you!
Long time since we had a cud to chew,
Boils all gone?
Can you sit down yet upon the Jon?

––My God Effie. Don’t laugh
It’s been such a bind.
If you only knew how long it was
Since I last sat down on my behind.

–– Well Ta-ra Effie. Can’t stop. I’m off to the Bell.
See you later Babe.

Right Ho Bert…..Will you bloody hell?

––Remember old Bert? Edie,
One of the best guys I’ve known,
But is the bugger to be trusted
Any further than he can be thrown,

––but Effie you daft moll. Your cholesterol!
What about your bloody cholesterol?

––Edie! Oh Edie! Don’t worry and bluster,
‘Cos it’s sorted. All sorted, I’ve downed a fat buster
Drowned with a coffee, maybe two, even three.

And Edie my love……There’s jelly for tea!