We called the comet Ambrose after tinned rice pudding
and spectcular sunsets by campfires on the old A5
The Duke had been busy with his gun by the look of it,
spent cartridges littered the mile-a-minute and ondive
Billy was sure of a good clattering when she told him
yet tears and snot were wiped away on his furtive sleeve
When Ambose fell to earth he was no more than a clinker
yet we raised him as one of our own and watched him thrive
Ten days from Persepolis I find is quite enough
devious hand signals indicate the time to go is now
All Stan and Ollie clumsiness must be timed to sheer perfection
A well oiled ex machina riding for a maul
weaved from exotic jade bracken speeds through curve ball air:
Beaches and obelisks obsess my waking thoughts of late
like prime numbers leaning on a wall
denigrating muesli as opium for the masses
A healthy balance diet always has its knockers
Victor Frankenstein had a tale or two to tell I bet
The smell of chicken rises as Igor ends up in a birdbath
Grimbeau 