I took my time and enjoyed my leisure
thinking what would the neighbours think
Finally hearing your confession.
While pleasurable rubber planted It senses
And what to wear when chicken’s dont
shed pink feathers.
as half of the baked truths of who’s
Haven’t learnt to climb a matter horn
Where to begin shaving the armoury to
Fill the horse field pits with slates stacking up
Towards a welsh education in star
dancing mangetout holding doors to chaffinchs
Collecting straw to fill mustn’t grumble
There’s a Gas mask you could be wearing in.