Cotton tail achoo’s.

Blessing cotton tail achoo’s whilst lost under the great bear 

Kids often Call other’s names as vikings hide you in wingless sails 

Covered in plaits of pink trails as lakes are dragged 

For stainless steel lovers the only mark left on 

blackboard Of Merchant isles Of assam sinners 

standing beside the fallen gates of salvation 

hailing for orange bugs of chromed rail 

painting programs questioning colour coding 

for a Chantilly day spent weathering the rain 

when wiring looms have long since failed.