I Saw Justine By The Apples
I saw Justine by the apples
two russets in her ringless hand
shopping for one must be grand
I saw Justine by the apples
I was pushing a heavy trolley
potatoes, bread, three bottles of wine
her hair was stylish with a fabulous shine
I was pushing a heavy trolley
The grapevine whispered Tom had left her
she’d taken up with a fit young plumber
he looked like Robbie, slightly dumber
The grapevine whispered Tom had left her
I spied on the parties at number nine
men served drinks wearing only bow-ties
oil slicked over their rock hard thighs
I spied on the parties at number nine
I saw Justine by the apples
two russets in her ringless hand
shopping for one must be grand
I saw Justine by the apples