Turn It Over

Flip the coin over onto its other side and you will see its all shiny

Look at the other side first

From underneath and

go exploring

where custard comes from.

And discover a future Britain of dazzling intensity

where the Aces line-up with paint brushes in hand ready to creosote this land

with the best paint money can buy for sunshine, sleet,  snow or rain.

Where candlesticks march down the road taking scented candles by the hand

and swirling them in a dance towards a field of swaying red carnations where

trumpets sing the song of the cricketers wedding ring and how it got lost then

found again and again and again. Where marching bulldogs of pedigree parade

with their chums in a never ending procession of Britains pets, mongrel and otherwise.

Where teabags soaked in boiling water are transported to compost heaps the nation-wide,

where bees dance out of their hives in a jive with the sun, where pigeons peck, where pot

holes fill themselves. This land, This Britain, where custard comes from.


Rise, rise, rise. Like a bun in the oven. Rise. Flip over your coins. Bury underneath. Where

custard comes from.




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