In Barnardo's Window Poem by Sheena Blackhall

Mrs Buddenheim's blouse
Hangs with Mr Johnstone's shirt
In Barnardo's window.

Mrs Buddenheim ceased to require it
Last July when the fat peony pump
That sat like a crimson spider
Amidst its empire of threads
Suddenly malfunctioned.
A full-on heart-attack

Mr Johnstone met his maker, whistling The Roving Ploughboy, Courtesy of a bus which skidded to avoid a cat.

Mrs Buddenheim's blouse
Is hanging with Mr Johnstone's shirt
In Barnardo's window.
They'd make a lovely couple.
Maybe some day they'll move in together
And share a double wardrobe.