Marrow Cosh


After group send off  encounter 
fox foxtrotted through 
plush purpley neathy foothills 
of the 
Atlas wormcasts
and made 
Marrow Cosh 
in two shakes of lamb's tail,
a very short time indeed  
hypnotic jasmine soused the Punic air...

we paused 
before taking what became 
a final knotty rise. 
Beyond lay 
defiant and debauched 
in the shimmering cinnamon vale, 
this time minus bagpipes

Blumenthal gritted 
a precious metal jaw 
with a drizzle of loose chippings 
and led the way down 
in a subtle mentholated conga






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