Hampstead Ladies

Hampstead ladies, lunching out

In Caf? Rouge sophistication

No time for thought, no room for doubt

Absorbed in self-congratulation

Hampstead Ladies cappuccino

Chocolate dusted, froth and sweet

Hours with a small green salad

Out to dine, but not to eat

Hampstead ladies loose in denim

Shoulder bags, but never clutch

Some light scent from Yves or Coco

Number 5 would be too much

Hampstead ladies Saab and Volvo

Hop a cab, but never bus

Driving mirror, no reflection

Hampstead ladies aren't like us.