she offered a night of unparalelled opportunities
in Peckham.
With casual indifference and a high credit rating,
the man in the alpaca jacket easily outbid the crowd,
declaring:
"What's Peckham got for a man who's got the lot?"
She said,
"There are more possibilities in Peckham than can be said out loud.
And I am simply one of them."
He sighed and said, "Surprise me."
"Stay close," she said, "and I will transport you to the kingdom of Persepolis,
and to the aisles of Khan's.
I will feed you pastries from the shady shores of Petitou
and from Review I will bring tales beyond your wildest imaginings.
"At Divine Money you will encounter currencies of which even oligarchs are ignorant,
and in the market see dazzling cloth only the brave dare wear.
You may meet Prince Daniel or Princess Omakaih,
And at Manze's see jellied eels fit for Pearly Kings.
The God Bless Salon offers the chants of redemption
And at Beneficial Veracious' Miracle Centre your wishes might get a mention.
"Then I'll take you up the Rye
to show you where and how and why.
And after, if you're still on your feet,
there will be one last special treat.
-- a table at Ganapati's for your dinner
and a feast that's fitting for a winner."
As the scales fell from his eyes
the man raised his head towards the skies,
crying, "Peckham is a worthy prize –
I've been a silly, stuck-up sinner."
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