stand and deliver

inappropriate giggles
at funerals are
illicit affairs...
she said both her
and her husband
worked at McDonald's,
They were guests from East
Finchley dressed in finary
sipping tequella cocktails,
I looked and visualised
her in red with a big M
on her head, asking to
take my order in a hurry.
and him giving me a Big
Mac with extras on the side
all of a Mcflurry..
(I giggled inside, I only hope
no one can tell I'm a secret giggler ..)
Highway men hailed from
East Finchley, they stormed
The Great North Road
committing daylight robbery.
I'd just that week seen Witness
for the Prosecution in County Hall
Westminster.. which they were
unaware it had been running for almost two years, a Agatha Christy mystery performed in
Council Chambers..
The traffic in Trafalgar Square
was horrendous, I  gasped..
These Southerners know less
about where they live than
little old me from boring Doncaster..
McDonald's staff, should get out more..

(they actually worked in the offices I was later enlightened, and they were fab)