Grimbeau

Do-da-do-da-day…

at wadis elands

sip and natter,

hippos chew over

schedules and spreadsheets,

a baboon breaks cover

to bag a lax flamingo…

The sleepy papergirl wends

deftly shutting gates behind her,

delivers her wares:

vaporises,

sun beats flush soft

surges on verges…

more vainglorious burblings:

chattering classes

do not pay to rent

my ears with plummy guff,

hoarse hacks heckle, and snooties

snotter and guffaw.

True Sloth don’t rise.

Nine bleeps.

The leather hunters make bone soup,

dowse piss on the curing hides.

Red Lorry due at ten

Yellow lorry twelve