#353 - doomed picnic

 

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doomed picnic

or

cursed picnic

(you decide!)

 

waves of after

the week behind

leap over creek

it runs

 

observe

how bright the trunks

bark fallen

yes

a gathering of chairs

 

one day we’ll build a bridge

 

spoke poetry to light

bears do

at a superspreader event

a toast!

(shall we name our own cluster?)

 

Doom and Foreboding

(Firm of…) here’s the rain again

 

some sang

and many sat

at the abundance of caution outside

(only three bears in at a time)

 

and was there grizzle in the drizzle?

 

unprecedented picnic!

gumboots swallow our socks

 

come Sundays of a month

and Christmas esky

ice gone now

 

every bear must be sad after

 

will go down as a hard picnic in annals

(rug out from under

or sodden sink)

 

record plague picnic

no fires this time

but open up heavens

   down it comes

 

fridge full of the picnic afters

 

look up Old Testament

to find out next year

locusts, boils and more!

you choose!

 

when we launch Crusty Loafer’s

too much information

many other exciting titles

to cosy up in a taxi and…

 

from the picnic a dash back to borders

you choose!

 

let us not speak of Viagra  

 

of course there is the eggshell treading

around some certain bears, how else?

and choose!

 

someone wept a corner

and there was still cleaning to do

 

can’t take down a wet tent

but in a fit of pique

 

I come to you from the legend to tell

 

everyone said they had a good time

 

reminders of an after-it

that this was meant to be