Grandma's Lawn - Caravan

Knees on legs, toes on feet

Hair on chest, itchy vest

Woolly pants, nylon socks

Leather boots smash down the grass

Oh, grandma’s lawn has just been mown

Ten feet tall, overgrown with weeds

Cold blue light, warm red light

Blue-green grass, jangling glass

These things I bought, Comisio sauce

Lima rice, water cress and Miso soup

So spare a thought for Albert Gott

Coloured lights, see-through tights

Moist-wet lips, heavy hips

Silvery sheets, crumbling thoughts

Parting legs, curried eggs

The meal we had was very bad

Too much Yin and not enough Yang

Lost my plec, bloody heck

Who’s got my plec, break his neck

The rent’s due, feeling blue

Got no bread, so in the street

We all will meet with nothing to do

No place to eat, nowhere to glue dolly friends

To my surprise, in a teardrop reflected

A scene — there is you

Surrounded by vast carpet of bell-blue

There is me too