Cod rows on crust
Cod raised on toast
Salmon sand witches
Herring aid chips
Fat beef and moan.
Lamb chops home groan.
Chicken. if you ask it!
Beef minces with harlots and turned hips
Toast lamb bundles with sweet potted toes;
Greasy pudding with meat spores and sprouts
Free carnations with milk
Figs in a blanket.
Yoga hurts,wide selection
Jam and rubber sponge with dream
Ill bred and battered pudding with real raisins and bastard.
In the gusts of wind small children dance
The leaves, though brown,seem lively as they’re blown
These ancient leaves seem merry as they prance.
Falling down and bouncing , happy chance
It is an act more dangerous to the old
In the gusts of wind our children dance
With such leaves, a cat may find romance
They tickle him in places far too bold
The long dead leaves seem merry as they prance.
This cat and I now share sardonic glance.
His eyes are golden with a hint of cold
In the gusts of wind , all children dance
Though we don”t worship God, what is the chance
That love itself descended from that throne?
The lusty leaves seem merry as they mince
Here I stand ,by sadness overthrown
Till some human calls to take me home
Yet in this gale, the children can’t but dance
Dynamic leaves show passion and entrance