Nigella
Numerous spies, spivs and crooks gathered.
Noriega's upscale cousin, Pablo, filed his nails.
Outside, a sign swung crookedly, advertising
"Drinks All Nite." It couldn't be legal.
An old man who was hard of hearing was going
On about the marshes in Iraq, when
The biggest spy or spiv or crook stood up
And changed the channel. There she was:
Slow-cooked lamb waiting for the plate.
Check out those roulades, drawled a man
With a black-and-white accent, his hat
Slung low over his forehead, his chin
scarred -- from what? The other spivs
Leaned into the counters, waiting to hear
Her announce the law they couldn't help follow:
the way they longed for her very next step.
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