One afternoon when dreaming in the kitchen

Many miles from the town of Hitchin

Heating soup on an electric hob

I found the need to get a steady job

From the starting block I had to dash

To get a pile of ready cash

I landed deep inside a city

Siren screams that sounded pretty

Rows of fast-moving traffic police

The road was new and I found a piece

We followed nestled at the back

When space appeared beyond Iraq

© Sean Ransom  29/3/2020