After group send off encounter
group
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
Debacle,
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
Grimbeau 