Streets Apart Poem by Mark. A Heathcote

Our local lollipop lady at 73
What an icon she is!
Risking pneumonia for you and me
Chancing life and limb in the snow.
Waving her enchanted yellow wand
Dividing the constant flow
So children can go to school safely.
Trying not to end up crushed
Like some brushed-aside traffic cone
Our local lollipop lady
She's got a welcoming smile and wave.
That warms the cockles of your heart.
But that other one just down the road
She's like a paratrooper.
Leaping off the kerb
With her 'Tommy gun', she's taking no prisoners.
Rat a tat tat, rat a tat tat, take that…
Come on, you kids, move it…
You boy, stop dawdling.
You're holding up proceedings.