When winter’s gone and chills are scant,

Our thoughts do turn to Polyphant.

Therein amid a blaze of grandiflora blooms, 

A steadfast clock and sun drenched rooms,

Each one radiant with wood and dust and webs and brass.

Where to cheer and raise a birthday glass 

To  –  That There Sonia,

                                                 Sat composedly upon her slender arse…

                                                 Bill Mandrake April 25, 2021