On the face of it the reason’s sound
No need to dish up dirty slop
Where what is said is plausible
Until the greater heights let drop
Newsprint guys may catch a scent
Of clues to twig in hot pursuit
Where seemingly the answer’s in
A pirate chest of rustled loot
Champagne glasses smugly raised
Patted backs are slapped all round
For those besieged in guarded bastions
Live trinket lives extremely found
No comments:
Post a Comment