Mr And Mrs Ex-Pat Poem by Sheena Blackhall

They sit like pepper and salt pots
White and silent, under the harsh sun
Their hair is unisex, for easy-care

His shirt is M & S
Her socks are Laura Ashley
They are coasting the pages for news
Of British affairs

Two of their five-a-day fruits
Sit on a sparse table
A pear, a plum, not luscious

He studies the finance page
She scans the agony aunt
She is a clapped -out mini
He is a burned -out Ferrari

Two Cox’s Pippins in an ex-pat orangerie
Together they count their cholesterol
Ration their pension
Eking out their dying years in the Costas