JUMBLYHEAD
after Lear

We're all green now (the lady said):
I use unleaded fuel
when shopping at the hypermart
or dropping kids at school.

In every Sunday supplement
we're hung from head to heel
not in aggressive Amazon
but shades of eau-de-nil.

Encompassed by such verdancy
I find it hard (she said)
to tell the difference between
blue-green and greenish-red.

The corporate plans at ICI
are tinged a tasteful green.
There isn't room for doom or gloom.
What do these moaners mean?

Far from few, far from few
are the lands where jumblies live.
Their heads are green, their hands are blue
and they sail to sea in a sieve.

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© Brian Fewster,
Published in Leicester Green News, 1999

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