The Old Man in the Britannia

I saw three horsemen today

amongst the traffic, plump

and straight on plump straight horses:

with leisurely dignity they

went clopclopping through the

uneven grumble of the cars,

cap peaks down over their eyes,

arses bumping in the saddle

-lovely, really. I am

completely tuneless, but I

am old and drunk,

and people bear with me

like wheeled traffic that

makes way for horsemen.