A mirrored dusk
A mirrored dawn
Where is Parker, the brilliant
Parker?
It's been four, no five months
It's been eighty years
Of eating bizzare salads
The speaker wipes his/her forehead
Spectacles now removed
By fingers not long finished with their business
With their own nails
This is rank goodwill
This is eye-balling with berks
This is The Best Of Life
Are we ready to scrap
For the first time since
Tennis courts of aggregate
Since the wild pink builders
Took their breaks
And took them out on us