A Depraved Poem


I called for the members of the orchestra

To slide down the tower instruments in hand

As we wanted to be entertained

Le Déjeuner sur l’herbe

A relaxed group

The breeze is travelling in a false direction

As it often does on warmer days

A poet A painter A mannequin and A clown

Summer in a clearing

Ellie Bristol has arrived

She is carrying a basket of apples

Locally selected

Music in the garden

Lunch on the Grass

Remove your shift Ellie

I want to see your arse