rambler invasion


rambler invasion

( well, they aren’t gone, & here must i remain ( a true tale )  )

with o.s maps around their necks

& yes - a knapsack on their back

with foil-wrapped sandwiches inside

an apple & a thermos flask

they swarm through fields as locusts do

great torrents on ye old foothpaths

we hide then ask the skies for whys

the sky just sighs & then turns black

the dog & i are terrified

we only came out for a walk

we've large groups 'round here before

but surely this time - this means war

so we're to be invaded then

as if i squint they're mongol hordes

here come the rambler forces now

look - thousands of 'em

marching forth


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