From Raisin Bran Way, Palm Beach, U.S. of A.

I nearly missed my appointment due to dampness.

The sand was coagulating and running slow, and the local horse

hoofing to the barbershop took a wrong turn.

Lucky for me the barber had his leeches on a short leash.

He knifed my hair leaving only a few open wounds to my scalp

as the leeches sucked away my tired blood, bless their little hearts.

This guy’s the best.

Later, I purchased some six day old mutton on sale,

(not too many maggots) and horsed to my hut, finding

only three of the kids had died with the yellow-ochre fever.

It’s certainly good to live in such an exciting modern time.

Someone said: “Let them come to "Raisin Bran Way"

hence to whither and die after a soulless life.”