Short Story: Sonnet To A Bag-lady

Short Story: Sonnet To A Bag-lady

Judy is snug enough, wrapped up in coats,

her hands deftly mittened and hidden in gloves,

along with a load of tramps, scarves round their throats,

she trundles her trolley of trinkets she loves.

Thick socks and wellies too big for her feet;

trousers and skirts wrap her legs, over tights;

more scarves surround her head; - hardly discreet

as she wanders alone along streets hung with lights.

Her Christmas is hard work, and Easter's the same,

but there is companionship under 'the arch'.

She'll pick out a 'trinket' or two for the lame,

the best friend she knows by the name of 'Wee March',

who hangs round the soup kitchen 'waiting for' her;

she hands out a chewy-stick and strokes his fur...