Dandelions

Cheerful little chappies,
shock-headed commoners,
living rough.
They pop up everywhere.
You want to know what yellow is?
They sing their silly heads off,

then crouch in their ruffs
like spymasters,
purse-prim pigs’ snouts,

and burst out as Ascot hats,
hi-tech domes,
sleepy footmen,
powdery suns.

Purple tube of bitter milk.
Dartboard? Cocktail?
.... ........ ........ ....... ... ...Baldhead priest.
Hours drifting on the wind?
...... ............... ..... ........ .... .....Countdown.

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