It’s a programme on TV, Mrs. Jenkins,
cops and robbers. No need to be afraid
it’s just a film, it’s not real life.
You need the toilet, Mrs. Jenkins? Except
it seems you couldn’t wait. I saw your red light
flashing, but I was finishing my tea,
stone cold it got at that. No problem,
Mrs. Jenkins. We’ll sort you out.
I’ll soon have you nice and dry again.
Are these your photos, Mrs. Jenkins?
Who’s the man in the hat? Your son
maybe, or could be it’s your husband.
Is this the house you were brought up in?
It looks cosy, kind of nice, and that woman
by the door, was that your mum?
My giddy aunt, you don’t see that these days –
pinafores, a thing of the past
and all hand sewn I shouldn’t wonder!
And that beautiful young woman, all dolled up
in cap and gown.
Would that be you by any chance?
You look a little lost, Mrs. Jenkins.
Stands to reason, so would I be …
if I’d forgotten to remember who I was.