(I've put this one up at the request of a boy I met at the Scribe magazine launch this very night. It gestated on my phone's notepad for a while, before surfacing in front of the mic.)
That woman smells
of strawberry liquorice.
I wonder if she has strands of it
tucked up in her neat hair,
covertly tugging out one at a time
for a tasty treat in a boring meeting.