[Verse 1]

Got to learn to let things age a bit

Do the crossword on the bus

Doubt the trouble

Find a way to cross-parse

[Verse 2]

Wretched brass sections

And cursed misdirections

What was their scrawl?

Pay out with a growl

[Verse 3]

Five cups of sleety tea lie fallow

Nervous of connections

Odour of hair

Surpassed disgust

[Verse 4]

Strain hard to focus the eyes

Your search engine failed

Your book was too small

Smells like a fisherman’s spare net

[Verse 5]

The afternoon sun

The wastrel

Follow buses

Buses and cars

[Verse 6]

Lift that dowdy angle

That lavender disgrace

That holy еxit

That next other thing