She held out a black metal sphere,
a fizzing fuse draped from one end
like a monkey's tail.
'Just while I go and put change in the meter,'
she said, apologetically.
Jeremy regarded the object
with a degree of circumspection,
no fool he. 'And how do I know
this isn't stolen?' he asked, at last.
The young lady smiled,
unhasped her yellow leather handbag,
and produced a receipt.
'Why then of course, madam,' he beamed,
doffing his bowler and accepting custody
as she ran, ran, ran.
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