Grimbeau

Scroodles

An hour later

the faff is on.

Sun is out,

chicks tweet

in ply fascia,

ulster hymns hum,

care will come

and relieve

Mafeking

peace and quiet

ungulates are unkosher!

Just old scribes,

shrewmice, shaphams

and hairy sausages.

Rocking dassies,

silver tassies,

the pals of Hyrax,

rotund small,

agile things

Ding-a-Lings

Rabbits
scatter
helter-skelter.

Red risen sun,
Blue gun smoke
on an ill wind,

Sundays in Spring
Bag a Coney
for your honey.

Get old Tony
skin and gut it,
chop it,
jug it,
or,
quite simply,
let it stew,
like hate
and lentils.