That summer the ride-on was kept in the shed and the long grass
allowed to grow without water remained green above the brows
blowing in dry easterly wiles to knowing which article inspects
snakes and ladders and armies of flying droning creepy crawls
prospering neighbours tut-tutting on to vinyl hifi with refugees
their own labours going as neighbour waste eaten with luscious
long lash going up down downy up lip sewn in sync salad roasts
to whosoever moves that his neighbours must pull out all spooks
Ghosts of summers past the time for mowing long lawn cements
itself in place knowing for whosever abides to hang up artworks
must also walk the dog at night all her wiles to avoid poo coups
break wind like law must not obey boat race bobbing into bays
drinking only the best wines as you turn in accomplish buy ups
just is same as rings must pass laws craning to loosen up spools
of light finger cashing and always kowtowing into heaped sacks
burning turns leafy-green money moulds into new sub-prime tips