Friday, 6 August 2010

WALKABOUTSVERSE 169 OF 230

Poem 169 of 230:  PERFIDA GENS - SUMMER 2001

On the estate:
    Abuse by day,
Banging at night -
    Sleep wars, I’d say.

Attempts on a car:
    Repaired by day,
Inflamed at night -
    Revenge, I’d say.

A gran’s garden:
    Well-clipped by day,
Flame-scorched at night -
    Disgrace, I’d say.

Summing this up:
    As in Bede’s day,
Manners are free -
    Faithless, I’d say.

(C) David Franks 2003