A Walk in the Park

Crapshoot Sonnet

Last night's telly was about dating and hair lice

My thoughts are disjointed as I stroll through Hyde Park

past bursts of spring flowers and tall pin oaks

I pass a gentleman with eyebrows like field mice

ladies with toddlers in strollers, leashes on mutts that bark

I'm out of breath and out of shape, with no brollie I'm in for a soak

My God, it's so green here and lively with bird song

I'll ignore that the sky is ominous-dark...

I'm in London, capital of the UK

jet-lagged, my rhyme is all wrong

Oy vey

(Apologies to Hopkins for the lack of pied beauty.)