Once upon a time you were a dime
With a head so proud you were out of time.
Dame of situations, lady of courtesy, girl of the rocks
I saw a lizard going through the high heels of your red rocks.

...One must be so careful these days.

When the danger is so great
That angst becomes hope,
The only thing your child proffers is nope.
How does it feel being so high with a mouth so dry?
 Like a ROLLING DOUGH...
 When Verlaine met Rimbaud
 They had a love you still don’t know.

  In your delusions, you were a tiger.
 Tyger, tyger, burning bright
 In the forests of the night!
 Where is your fur? Where is your arrow?
 Spotless turning gents in sparrow.
 Dressed in purple like Ceasar, Augusta
 You turned standers into locustas.
 How does it feel?
 Like a ROLLING DOUGH....

 Unreal Lady,
 Under London Bridge a bipartisan crowd gathered that day
  To watch the Games going their way.
 Down King William Street you were walking on tourists’ faces
  Making your royal appearance as a card of aces.
 When all of a sudden, Nature doesn’t forget, Nature doesn’t forgive,
 Your shallow armour did not have anything to give
 To the giant wave of dissent from Climate Change. 
  The water from the Thames was so high, you had no time for your shoes to change. 
  Washed aside were your arrows, your sparrows, your shallow ideas of a land so hollow!
  How does it feel?
Like a ROLLING DOUGH...  

 Now that you are so poor
 You don’t even know how to steal,
 Who your heart would come to seal?
 When the summer is so dry,
You have no tears to cry


How does it feel?



I feel no right to cry!

The evening was setting down quickly on the clone-city and the bad weather was making everything look even darker. The giant pink & furry rabbit, as common practice those days, had left young Khan with his store- closing operations, and decided to run away in the little forest to meet up with his own Gruffalo.
 There was this jug-jug coming from the bush of dandalions. Deep inside it, two turquoise pigeons were vomiting breadcrumbs from the local bakery. Too artifical for an animal.
While young Khan was observing them with contempt, in the middle of the high street, right in front of Ophelia 2.0   entrance, a lady of satin beauty dressed in a strapless minidress, bronze sandals & red-devil hair, was driving a pushchair without turning.... because a lady does not turn.  She was decisevely approaching the shop, whereupon Khan was starting to adjust his posture, inspecting his trousers for dirty spots and assuming the pose of a resolute man with a moral law within him. He was feeling the first sale of the day coming upon him....

Unfortunately, the heart is deceitful above all things and ...
it doesn't make things easier the fact that darkness makes all cows look black!

 In that longeur, a soppy innuendo was made by the child in the pushchair; he was hungry and asking for quinoa. Nobody saw it coming, no the lads outside the Job Centre, no the employees inside it, no the weary woman, no the lady who does not turn, not even the young Khan. 
With the diminishing light of the evening, a ghastly, killjoy figure of a maiden had reached the Victorian brickwall facing the townhall. She wears no footwear, her age is difficult to settle, her eyes talk of shadows and she does not seem to need/like clothes.
 Her unbeauty was outlandish and, in the most unsuitable fashion, the blind woman was carrying a lantern...
So young, so fragile, that vision turned Khan into a leaf of fear. He had to snack on raw fennels in order to calm down. 
Posterior research found out that her name was Diogenova. A Polish student; her father was a professor of Greek Mythology in the Catholic University of Krakow. She moved to the UK in 2003 in order to learn Cockney and legends tell that she met on a cliff in Dover, on a starry night, the man who would become her precious half: the baron D. Cameron Diaz. 
Sorely, the vicessitudes of life covered this lucky beginning with the most atrocious facts in the following years.
While Khan was staring at Diogenova, he was hoping to receive help & protection from the satin mum with the quinoa-addicted child. She was almost close to the Khan's shop, when she decided to move over and drive the pushchair till the end of the high street. Standing out in a line of old kiosks, just few yards from the station, a newly advertised health store , branded as 'Forever Young' had recently enriched the local community. Entering the store, she was talking to herself: 'Amazing how dull a day is without kale chips!'.

Future studies, unofficially, confirmed the hyphotesis that she was a bionic woman breastfeeding kids almond milk.