They’re making it again.
Victorious in formation,
straight as a red arrow
‘Up yours’ they say,
‘It’s our turn in the timeshare.
This is an annual booking.’
‘But the bed’s not made up,’ we reply,
‘Can’t you come back later?’
Light runs away with time
A mallard and a greylag
debate bread versus peas.
Mists here; mellow fruitfulness there
(Even Daniel Cleaver likes Keats)
Actually, that skein is spectacular