by Jonathan Bennett
after Kay Sage
A red kite makes
off with a sausage roll
last month in Oxfordshire
And I for one am
having none of it unless
And I for one am
having none of it unless
all hell breaks free and it soars
From muffins to
mountain tops and back
again we are delighted to meet
Our maker in flight
our paths we trust and follow
our pride no grief so it lands fairly
Or squarely behind
a baby on board caution
stickers to tribal conventions
What if the tailgater
dipped backed in for ketchup
divebombed for crisp snow apples
Made a whole shebang
out of it blasted smithereens
God least then we’d know for sure
From muffins to
mountain tops and back
again we are delighted to meet
Our maker in flight
our paths we trust and follow
our pride no grief so it lands fairly
Or squarely behind
a baby on board caution
stickers to tribal conventions
What if the tailgater
dipped backed in for ketchup
divebombed for crisp snow apples
Made a whole shebang
out of it blasted smithereens
God least then we’d know for sure
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