Maisy

‘Hey Mister, look what I got in this jam jar;

I got a pet bumble, I got a pet bee!

Her name is Maisy, I’ll keep her forever

Maisy is pretty and Maisy is me.’

 

Maisy batters and buzzes the glass;

Energy can go beyond the airless

 

And an old man in the station

Clumsily tries to pick up 5p

Again and again with cold white fingers;

Clubs of intensity ‘Do it for me!’

 

On his head he wears a jaunty cap,

‘Make sure you catch your train’ he grins ‘young chap’

 

And so, ‘I’ll tell you what, let’s twist the cap’

And with a rush of air then Maisy’s free.