Marrow Cosh

by grimbeau

The Avocado

After group send off  encounter 
fox foxtrotted through 
plush purpley neathy foothills 
of the 
Atlas wormcasts
and made 
Marrow Cosh 
in two shakes of lamb's tail,
a very short time indeed  
hypnotic jasmine soused the Punic air...

we paused 
before taking what became 
a final knotty rise. 
Beyond lay 
defiant and debauched 
in the shimmering cinnamon vale, 
this time minus bagpipes

Blumenthal gritted 
a precious metal jaw 
with a drizzle of loose chippings 
and led the way down 
in a subtle mentholated conga

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