Robert Verdon, #122, Anzac Day figment

As poodles, one black,

one white, look on,

the old folks

sit around a long table,

guzzling Anzac biscuits,

brownies and coffee,

sharing out parts

from Much Ado About Nothing,

not apportioning vital resources

like sharp-clad bankers:

meanwhile, the younger generation

is on holiday, and

plans the further enhancement

of the dual occupancy.

As they emerge, three F-18s

rocket overhead.