They sang of the many elbows of Love

all 11 thousand & VII 

point 8,

they sang of the Duckworth Lewis Method

& the 1 giant conjoined eyebrow

of Hate.





They sang of the phosphorous nostrils of War

which have been kickin' off

since pre-Days-of-Yore,

they sang of the Skylark & the Sand Martin

& of Charity-Shop-Shop-Lifting

harsh but bargains.





The sang of Daydreams then Rainbows;

variegation magic

& those moments when the brain

goes,

they sang of Metamorphosis - a chrysalis,

the fibs of Sisyphus

& Great Uncle Syphilis.





They sang of the Badger & THE HOLY GRAIL,

eye of Newt

plus the Pony tail,

they sang of Beige-Death

with its puce, relentless fangs

yet the days they're getting lighter

Fuck-Shiter

- they sang,

they sang

...