‘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.