There is the entrance, where the grate breaks-in
Through it Moon discloses herself at last;
You must make your way down the drain forgot,
Gnawing but soggy crackers for breakfast.
I ought to take him in hand, Bullybrat,
Ragwort, Dimwit and Looz, let me see.
Though this garbage came from our stomachs,
There’s plenty for them and none for thee.
Here I stand a moment looking outward,
This barbed-wire fence wasn’t here before.
To turn off at the valve and wander down,
Those carrot-ends will be mine I swore.
Copyright 2022 Jeffrey Merk
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