Scottish beetroots. 

Bleeding beetroots staining black leather doth 

One size to fit in with all the other widows

dressing windows and so what’s a cock robin 

to do with a worm stuck in the mud like you

with a lot of men dancing around rubber 

holed plants to repair their wellington boots 

in the thunder rabbit pelts would run from 

Lots of Guns cast from coins roll from 

pockets to floor that head and high tail 

into green jars to fill lochs to raise 

the oceans that once flooded meadows

We raise a glass to double measure.