fernando

so this morning i was on the tram,
with the inspectors (romy and i had decided there is a plague of them at the moment)
and a man came and sat next to me.

he was about fifty, lithe, fit and generally in offensive.
blue oakley wrap around sunglasses- with a strap around the back,
white shirt with a slight embossed stripe
red knotted cuff links, a red tie,
freckles, short (no.1) hair.

someone you would usually think would ride to work every day on a bike...

he was listening to an ipod, a little white nano,
with a lime green jelly cover,
and straight away i noticed the song blaring,
escaping from his hairy ears.

FERNANDO- abba.

must i be subjected to these characters with bad ipod playlists their wives (is there any other explanation?) have collated to 'spice' up their day?

*goes the applestore and dreams*