Wish You Were Here - Poem by Douglas Scotney
Dear Ma'am Queenie,
A letter in the form of poems,
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.
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