or, After the Referendum
I found a slug in my garden
this dull grey morning;
an undulating brown body
this damp grey morning;
with swivel eyes and evil smile
this cold grey morning;
shouting loud his success to all
this bleak grey morning;
offering the world to his clan
this dire grey morning;
his very presence an insult
this sad grey morning.
Oh unloved and unlovely slug,
I think your name is Nigel.
Naomi
June 23rd 2016
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