Grimbeau

Scroodles

Black Earth God

Grain is good as gold

vibrant consanguinity

enfeebles tyrants

The Plunge

flappy lead balloon

splashed down stomachish

plosh on frothy briny

gizzard gone rasping

saline runic rigid sprat

nitrogene swallow

camomile

Toad

It’s quarter to three

Green witch meantime

Just me and a near

Distant petrol lawnmower

A big lazy sun imputes

Soon golden autumn

Which draws to the end

this sad episode

So it’s one for my Baby

And one more for the Toad