Grimbeau

After the huge build up

(Some ten hours in all)

I ventured outside

Through the back door

Down the freshly brushed ramp

Gravitating with gravy

Pot of cider (and gauche black straw)

In one twisted paw

And a roll-up burning

In the spare one left

*

The hopes of relaxation

 cheered by summer breeze

Seemed attainable.

Perhaps a propitious pick!

For once

*

Neighbours play with smaller neighbours

A three-legged werewolf lumbers nimbly

The roll-up is still going strong

Flimsy on the robust air

Which carries martial voices

‘Yes, James that’s the right way

Good man, fine fellow’

After all it is some years now

Since the voice pronounce approval

It was high time to do the rounds

*

Me? The clouds came over

So I came back in

To try and remember what happened

So,

it crosses my mind,

do they