On the way
To my kung fu class
(One to one tuition
Now paying dividends)
Was molested in a
Quiet, homely street
By three children,
All boys,
And smaller than me.
One grabbed my breasts,
The other called me a prostitute
('Though I take too much care
Not to dress like a tart)
The third, in passing,
Asked me for
A cigarette.
(Frozen in wonder
Is it okay to hit kids?)
Next time I won't be
So considerate.