What a friend we have in zero
We get morbid, disappear,no?
No demand can bring back heroes
At my command we flung theories.
How wet sand won’t answer queries.
Come unto the Queen’s tiaras
I’ll have baked beans on your knee, Oh !
Scaffolding bores the view
Dwarfs the tree and fence
Abandoned weather rotted,
Where is the owner?
I don’t like this