In Barnardo's Window

Mrs Buddenheim's blouse Hangs with Mr Johnstone's shirt In Barnardo's window. Mrs Buddenheim ceased to require it Last July when the fat peony pump That sat like a crimson spider Amidst its empire of threads Suddenly malfunctioned. A full-on heart-attack Mr Johnstone met his maker, whistling The Roving Ploughboy, Courtesy of a bus which skidded to avoid a cat. Mrs Buddenheim's blouse Is hanging with Mr Johnstone's shirt In Barnardo's window. They'd make a lovely couple. Maybe some day they'll move in together And share a double wardrobe.