Out Of Luck And Orey-Eyed

I

Eton,
Oxford,
The Norfolk Broads,
Contemporary Elements
Housing nothing but lords,

The Shipyard,
The Docklands,
The Camber Sand Seeds,
Displaying The Weather,
The Nation And Its Needs,

II

Proud animal etheromane,
Hosting cubes of etiquette as well as¦
¦the likes of hapless gunsels,
In their trophy room you can have the wine,
Or the gin,
With tip of the hat,
To the butler and his liquor,
Fingered are the triggers,

III

Evening on primrose hill,
Animals during daytime,
Now alone without wills,
Scratching loves letter,
Into amber clad tree trunks,
Flayed out and splayed out,
And spayed to be thinner.

© Copyright 2006 Leigh Cole

Also published in First Offence (Online Magazine), 2006