Escape to the Country

Just a couple of halfwits,

together we make one wit

- not two - but, by crikey,

I'd like too-wit too-woo wit u

(and how! Forgive me, I'm so sorry.

It's just the horny tawny owl in me).

The residents of this twilight town

watch in wonder from their windows

as we hang sleepily upside down

from the branches of this tree and that tree

but we're not bats, we're just twats you see.

They say that we can't be left

on our own at home anymore:

running up and down the curtains,

wrecking the furniture.

They say that it's for "our own good"

and so we can't come to any harm,

they're putting us in the boot of a car

and sending us to live on a farm.

B.R. 24.03.2021

Christ's Descent into Hell by Follower of Hieronymus Bosch,
the Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York.