During the Last War ,
the Enlightenment revealed a flair
-Brighter Than A Thousand Suns-
and saw physic sausages being made...
Coned its new searchlights upon,
that childhood darkness at the top of the stairs,
revealed that there are no ghostly goblins there,
-only a molester-
or Two...
Thanks to their Leigh's rocket-red glare / could stare,
At our abandoned Lascars,passing,
skeletally entwined,
-still bobbing-
and proclaim, "Snorkers, Good Oh !"
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