A girl and a boy selling sweets at the gate;
Three little boxes on a table.
Jelly snakes, cola bottles and fried eggs,
For which good prices are displayed;
Crayon on a slip of card.
The knowing look of their minder,
Bathing behind them in the Sun,
Is at once amused and apologetic,
As yet another commuter is snared.
“Awr c’mon!” the girl exclaims,
As the penniless passer-by feels helplessly
At the empty folds of their pockets:
“... can I tap?”
And the boy stuffs a jelly snake in his mouth;
One to fight the other.