Wave the worker's flag.
Savour a glass of merlot.
Think danger, think stop.
Horrid herbicide,
a Ukrainian revolt
and you've been tangoed.
A scouse submarine?
A lily livered chicken?
Such a jaundiced view!
Very immature -
but the way we must all go
to save the planet.
Feeling deeply down?
Think of a summer sky and
birds over Dover.
An Indian dye
for traditional denim
and Ellington's mood.
The ultra short wave,
a shrinkingly shy flower,
who screams ‘til she's sick?
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