His garb was not spectacular,his shoes were grey and worn;

his hair was longer than a mere crewcut.

His nails were very *****,

his veins were free of needles-

and his face shone bright red

in the misty sunlight.


He greeted the sky with a wail of delight,

and the hearts of passers began to throb.

Summer and autumn were remarried in an embrace of generous hope,

throbbing airwaves,tapping feet,delighted smiles.



And then along came a citizen,politically correct;

oh so relevant,barely tolerant ,emancipator.

With a fuzz of of ***** gray

a salloween expressive nosegay-

A mission to expunge the infiltrator!



He was busy with his flute;

he could not practise,he said

"I only live two hundred yards away.

You must cease and leave this place

you do not fit here in this race-

ABANDON this ridiculous idea!"


So,the stopwatch was set;

the 'half hour rule' began to reign:

And the police turned up

after merely twenty minutes!

Nelson's watch saved the day

"take another twenty"They did say

and our liberator slunk away

unfairly treated.



Though earth on heel and

sky on neck:Lovers'

authentic myth

outshining heaven:

a piper
on a bridge

unsheathed

across

the Ij


A klted
magpie.

unswathed

the lay

fairly

greeted