Kairos/Christos

I suppose Mum must have picked up an extra shift

Or maybe the old Jew on the market stall had over stocked

Still, it was Christmas and as globed snow began to drift

In my new Chelsea Strip, Wembley rocked!

For a moment, Kairos/Christos, for a moment is all that Time is

Till the wally with the brolly passes on your bribe of orange squash

& Mum's green chutney sarnies; Ah! how English is this bliss!

To feel Blacks can be Becks tho' our spice isn't posh

Envoi- 

Prince! Memory is the question who asks begs it

Like thy Uber too abrupt, my hip flask's Brexit