Sunday, 12 January 2020

A Tale from up the Heath

She took to the hills
Like a Flemish diagonalist, 
A lime green bird in oak, 
Skittler of the ominous log, 
Off-line swerver of the
Travelers' caravanpment, 
With a severe case of clout. 

The pointer pissed, 
Then chased an absolute. 
She shotgunned under the
Right angle tree clearing,
To show what we know, 
Couldn't half kick a ball though,
In the light going out.

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