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.)






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