Well done, they said because I cleaned my teeth
I bought a brush,I did not use a leaf
I swear I ironed them while on Hampstead Heath
Where all around dead poppies tried to breath
In the pond the water’s dark and bleak
Nearby soldiers tossed in poppied wreaths
As if dead men could swim in English lakes
Well done?
The sun on the horizon left a streak
I wandered, looking at blue plaques
And wondering why Great Britain came to crack
But then again, we are well known as freaks
I hear my joints as they murmur. creak
Well done, they speak
Well done
All done
