How Art Thou? Poem by David Taylor

I would like to be in a van, go
or perhaps arrested by a rural constable
for falling into a big assed hole.
I quite like some mug o teas
sometimes I and my ma greet
get on a bit of a treat.
I love to appreciate ze sand on the beach.
Pre rapped lights are fun to behold
before on the ceiling rosetti a light we behold.
Thinking of shapes in a mist
a turner more rounded I must never miss.
And how could I ever forget
the one ey with lilies of bliss.