by Wesley Cooke
(Gosport, England)
Godalming by morning light.
The Pepperpot propped up by
Plop art proper.
NIGHT OF THE LAUGHING NICKNAMES
Demijohns crammed with eyes
Few bovine, most porcine
Almost human.
A gang of anti-everythings
Wearing their Cowardly Lion masks,
Hung the last in place
From the town's CCTV
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