Wish You Were Here Poem by Douglas Scotney

Dear Ma'am Queenie,
A letter in the form of poems,
and subtitled:

Sticks and Stones

The locals are calling it LIT-LIE (LEE-LEE) ,
BED-DREGS, en anglais,
my HIBISCUS ISLES,
my Estate 'In the Shape of the Flower',
on what were sewerage works
on the southern coast of France.

One of the petals they call IBIS,
a bird that loves a dump;
and one is simply 'RANCE';
one is PINK and one is FLOYD,
you can guess the reason why;
and the filth,
I mean the fifth,
they couldn't resist,
and call that isle, TYPHOIDE.

Your Developer-Kingie, Boyd.

'rance'= rancid