A Mist Opportunity

Emerging from the mist
I half fancy I’ll meet
a tall bearded gentleman
in a frock coat and top hat,
a corseted and bonneted wife
on his arm and, following behind,
three, six, no……nine!
seen but not heard offspring.

‘Good morning sir, madam,’ I’ll say,
‘God save the Queen.’
(Not Elizabeth, it’ll be Victoria I mean).