150. a day at the fair
they’re selling kisses
for a penny a pop
the local girls from the charity shop
and Jane the prettiest by far
with a pile of coins inside her jar
awaits my custom
as she caught my eye
and though I tried
could not walk by
my heart beats fast
as I step towards her
then falter as a hand upon my shoulder
I turn, you’ve guessed,
there’s no-one there
but a moment’s hesitation rarely
touched me so
as I took a guinea
and stepping forward hardly any
could believe that when I buy my kiss
it’s ugly Betty who I choose for this
and I profess that when I go
a sweeter kiss I’d never know
a lifetime’s passed now, children grown
but we’ve had heaven to call our own
a book’s not valued by it’s cover
& I wouldn’t change Betty for any other.