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