Tidaltime, past Ceridwen and Lainey’s, from break of pier to goosegull
Pond, brings us to a swingset of updownup back to
East Drive and Bedroom Place.
Sir Lainey, hottie d’amour, fr’over the bigger ponds, had rearrived
In Ireland from Brighton on this endofautumn horror of
English England to sexpest her piskies in Gauland: nor
Had she packwised in time to forget her exaggerapants for
Muggling ‘round the heather and the pubcrawlin streams:
Giggleypump cockadoodlesneeze: not yet waking, though venissoon,
Had grumped her way into favourite breakfasts and ridden over the
Oceanswell on a kelpie twone blinky eyed and merrygo dance.
Come along now get away ya wee hahahahahabebahahahaoooo
What a load of rot was in the silentnight sleeptite bed and the
Missing you something terrid. The great gohome was articulated
Whatsappward and completed prumptly on tipytoes while Ceridwen,
Erse solid but fool wo-man, teached the childer all the phrasewords.
Up at dawn and upleftrightgate down, leaving a shitty avocado
To soften inthe fruitbowl. Ireland away but coming back venissoon to
Cuddlenow a furrowedbrow and apologyridden beast.
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