Sorry I left off the last part of my message asking if anybody can remember the name of the Firework Manufacturer.

Just to please two of you here is a bit of prose that I copied from a book, dont worry I did write the book.

Sitting on the Rye

I am sitting here on the bench, on Peckham Rye,
watching as those people who are passing by.
The sun is shinning warm, but its quite breezy,
I feel content, in fact this vision it me pleases .

Into view are two large women pushing buggies,
dragging two young children wearing Huggies.
One of the ladies is large enormously fat,
the other one is at least twice the size of that.

They pause at my seat , as one child rants,
its obvious to me, that he’s filled up his pants.
Mum removes his Huggie, kid had a whimper,
she hangs thing on to the handle of my Zimmer.

No wipe of the behind or replacement is done,
left to wander around and dry out in the sun.
Soon his bottom is drying but getting crusty,
alright for them my zimmer’s going rusty.

Despite my plea of “please don't come so near”,
the child’s hands grip my knee and started to smear.
Dirty brown finger marks on to my grey slacks,
it’s obvious that the discipline this child lacks.

The Huggie is caught in the draught of a passing bus,
it’s dragged away to follow in tow, away from us.
It’s recovered by mum who goes to the bushes,
who having no bag, there she discardingly pushes.

The flies are here now from his bottom to my bald head,
little brown foot prints left there that the sun’s burnt red.
The smell remains now, once here stays ever clinging,
even the birds have gone away, it stopped their singing.

The state I’m in, I want to have a wash, but where?
the toilet has closed down now and is no longer there.
I try think of an solution of what am I to do?
I’m going home by bus, I take my place in the queue.

Here comes the 78 the doors open, it’s famed Nigel,
who will do all he can to make your life hell.
Where is your Pass? You are not coming on here to sit.
look at your trousers the legs covered in s**t.

I back out, the door slams shut, my zimmer is jammed I shout,
he drives away my zimmer is part in but most sticking out.
He overtakes a parked car, not allowing for the protrusion,
he now drives a Bendy door bus, just to add to his confusion.