Robert Verdon, #393, Finally Going

sky-blue pink looms weave pelicans into Players Navy Cut nests in their best bib-and-tucker as Excalibur wins the Cup then sinks beneath the serfs exhibiting glossolalia and warm temperate ice-cream nestling in a windrowed blanket knees-up by the curvature of the earth in a salad grin of limp tomato and cucumber sunsets fatuous as '80s slanguage pads and cricket protectors Kings  African Rifles to the rescue young Jim was a fine fellow with a huge arse