Days of Rays

The man,
the legend,
the breakfast cereal icon
that is Tony the Tiger
has agreed to officiate
at next year's summer fete.

Any words for your fans, Tony?
It's gonna be grrrrreat!

So much to see,
so much to do,
to look forwards,
backwards,
sidewards to.

Expect:
Morris dancing,
Boris (Becker) prancing,
lorises advancing (albeit slowly).

Fauna and flora,
assorted pakora
and posers with samosas.

Fake reiki
and pretend head massage.

Smooth John
peddling his rough cider
(with and without Rohypnol).

Monsignor Melvin Carrington
- and Kelvin his brother -
tug of warring with themselves
and sometimes with each other.

Ferret racing.
Cocaine freebasing.

Modern pop hits and flaming torch songs
re-imagined by the massed asthma inhalers,
douche flutes and KFC bargain buckets (14 pcs)
of the Royal Halifax Bright Orange Ass Band.

Whilst up above,
the Green Marrowfats
will fly past themselves
over and over again
in an orgy of aviation
self-congratulation.

Come to our summer gala!
Tra la tra la
tra la tra la tra la!

B.R. 23/10/2018

Illustration of William Kempe Morris dancing from London to Norwich in 1600