Скачать или смотреть Miss Jaundice ;created by Gary Huskisson. Read by Sophie Jade O Sullivan.

Miss Jaundice encased a sleeping bag
With an empty silver tray
Thinner than a stick
At Kings Cross station subway
Not an hard luck story ,
A daily tale of commuters and neglectors ,
Who sympathise,
Scared to address the issues right before their eyes,

I Breathe on my hand
It’s cold freezing air ,
I Breathe on the shop window
condensation trickles down there.

Sitting in a rippling puddle,
With one threaded Fagin glove,
protruding into public path ;

A single moment of sadness
One shake of a head
I’m in a hurry to catch a train,
Whatta a shame ,
I delve into my pocket
No change
Then
I, Like others just walk on by
Without a tear in my eye
In silence.
Deathly silence
I pledge to myself,
On my return I will get lots of change .

Silence does not breathe it drips like like a leaky tap
It has no heart beat
It just drips dry
Till it dies without a
Splash

I return to the station
With change jingling ,
A sleeping bag and a silver tray
No Miss Jaundice to wish me a nice day

The next day Little Miss malnutrition shivers inside the same sleeping bag
With a silver begging tray
She wishes me a nice day
No need to delve in my pocket
It will be Miss Too little too late when I return the next day