I read a book by Michael Rosen which illustrated that there is poetry in everyday language - if you listen out for it. So I listened - and sure enough - I heard some as I was travelling on the 227 bus. It was late on a Thursday afternoon. Two weary women were sitting in front of me, chatting to each other and I couldn't help hearing what they said.
When I got off the bus I wrote down their words so I wouldn't forget.
The first section was spoken by one woman; the second was the response of her companion.