for people who can’t count
less than six and end
up filling the whole page
with a load of bull doodah
which is what nun’s want
for their flowers and their
trip to San Francisco with
the long haired hippy types
with flowers in their hair
singing purple haze with Jimmy
Saville from beyond the murky
waters of the Leeds canal
all along the watch tower
and all the way to
Mexico gettin’ to the peso
to find the door locked
because a senorita is having
a siesta in a hammock
playing a harmonica with a
bunged-up hole full of spit