Deep Fried LunchtimeSunshine in droves --
pinstripes and boaters
ready for a raft race
armed with Styrofoam teas
and lunchtime chippies.
Starved for morning
the race becomes battle
‘twixt rafters and watchers
fought with flourbombs
and water cannons
and the relative spark
of good humour
until the last boat
traverses the weir
with droplets of need.
2 comments:
Brilliant Rachel, I was there with you and the flour bombs!!
Agreed. This is brilliant. I wish I had been there!
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