It’s a warm July day
and there’s a man turning circles
on the wonky stones
of our Victorian high-street.
His board reads
‘ANY SIZE PIZZA – £6.99’
Bold red letters on a field of pale blue.
I see he’s broken a sweat,
from his shiny forehead and neck
and it doesn’t look fun at all.
But I suppose he costs less
than a permanent sign
or a billboard,
and pizza is cheap.