Telegraph

monday

 

Aisling muse done gone walkies
down the labyrinths of Tyre fair
repairs and ultimata haughty
hang loose on the punic air

mean auld half life swell of atoms
resembles cuddly kittens tussling
kinda neat coincidence
such simple little things
make life all worth it:
city slickers at an exhibition
exhibit very poor behaviours

Prussian blue sorted  Caesar
who now seethes inside in exile
sipping stale mint juleps
rehearsing trust me smiles