Like elephants on ice

 The sun goes down over the street

The crepuscular creepers walking

the beat

Light head lice

The head lights are yet to turn on

In the Somerset Town

They call Babylon

The colours so chrome

Oh I wish they were yellow

Magnesium white lights

The glare of the mellow

And stroking the firelight

The RAC fellow

Goes hammer and tongs

and bellows

The sodium sipped at the supper of kings

Of the control of the periodic table of things

And song of the elements

And elephant wings

But who ever saw an elephant

Fly?

 inside she sings

And who knew the tide lines

And the marks that love brings

On Muriel Sparks

Or Ann summer's stings

And filing for divorce at the court of Great Kings

The Queen has been fought

But she has lost what he brings

Oh take me, elephant, thick of skin

To be your lawfully anointed wife

Oh Mouse husband I do, I do, I do

Now where shall we live?

This house is not big enough for two

I being an elephant I could fill a room

And you being a mouse could barely squeeze in

We must invest in a super saver sofa

And super soaker cheeses

And supper saving goffers

And Puppet waving breezes

And suffer saviours and their sabres

Suffer saboteurs and wheezes

Who would hold their noses

At supermarket freezes

But Jesus, please us and means us, beans us

And holy communion crumbs of busted breeze-block kinesis

Come on commoners come on please

Shake a leg at the foreigners who go between the fleas

And suck up your carpet hairs of all your finger nails

And sneezing snares at the market wares

Coralled, cajolled over controlled by forces

Of Minsk, and rinks of ice, and risks that slip on rice

And dice are rolled down to the bone of hip, skip and suffice

Night market

 Outside my window

There are Owl men

And Snail women who go wandering

And Hedgehog boys who skate their skateboards

And kick stones

And Badgermen fully grown

Like bears

Like wolverines

Running down the road

And the Seagull wives are squawking from the roof tops

And they are all going to the night market

Where everything is sold

And it's a dangerous town at night

You have to watch yourselves

In case the NightOwlmen catch you

And they won't show you no small mercies

But rip you bone from bone

But that's only under the trees

Don't go there alone

Otherwise

Most can be reasonable

Especially if they smell a bargain

A little more gruff at night

I'll grant you, not what you're used to?

Well, yeah

In the day they are friendlier

But at night it is more dog eat dog

The difference is they aren't afraid to show it

Fewer lies, you can't hide it at night

Your eyes, I mean they blaze and everyone can tell a false speaker

So don't ever try to fake it or you're dead

Just remember the rules of the night market

And you'll be fine