The Joy of Sax
Phew!
So much to do
and
no point in any of it;
just plain old survival;
avoidance of mishaps,
relief from pain relief.
No simple sample pleasure.
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Eleven it says:
Morning constitutional
To the shed and back
Phantom bouquet
bonfire smoke whispering
Secret trysts at noon
Thrilled to bits I don
A cloak & gagger…
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Phone calls to invite me to luncheon;
of course,
I accept with puerile alacrity.
What ensues is vintage time warp!
Clear the decks for a couple of hours;
put pressing needs on hold;
suspend more disbelief.
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Hot colouring book trend offer:
one legged dormouse to play Plato;
Dizzy the Womble pours scorn…
Exasperated! Go touch your heels
Take odd drugs on a building site
Discover unknown places
Grimbeau 