Cote De Take-Care Poem by Stephen Brian Brady

in the gardens of 'Preluscient Spor'
the Eucalypsa lies
and drolls each alternatory claw
with pleasurable sighs

honey-sweet his lantern jaws
those dentures flash and flay

it is a cuminside y'self
and bring a frentoplay

then a Bourgeoisie of Cannes-on sea
on this fallen afternoon
did cast a dogline poodle loose
and went to look too soon

from the hundred greens
where light in stealth
seeped in from the wine-dark sea
the flicking tongue of the kreel sped out
had Madame and pooch for tea

and the lead oh the lead
that the hand had held
wrenched free and snaked away in the grass
has wound it's way round a sea-rail stay
and flaps in alarm as we pass