Heels 1970
Anyone For Pits?
Anyone For Pits?
I have heard the sound,
Of trickle, of drip and swish;
The purr and the whirr of
primus profound;
Lain all day in semi-dark,
or watched the dying flimsy
spark;
Heard the chatter, the clatter and
often wondered what was the matter
With the nail impaled
on the wet patch now spreading
across the roof and wetting the bedding;
Discovered dismayed that my nature
was liking, this terrible thing
trampers call piking.
B.L.D.