Jasper cops it

by grimbeau

George Plantagenet, Duke of Clarence

I watched thin lipped as a wasp

(call it the Duke of Clarence)

fights pluckily to escape

the wing-glue of flat cider.


It takes ages to perish.

When I return it keeps

going for a while, succumbing

at four-twenty-four pm.


Ninety come to the waking,

a good turnout, and chase me

back inside to the plague of

locusts and other various

small and quite big flying things.