POSTSCRIPT: FLYSHEET BY NIGHT

resilience
that's the germans for you
the show goes on
even when they have limited talent
and lack form
they hang on in there
dig deep
and time and time again
pull something out of the bag
look at em now
in the final of the euros
a competition that the english failed even to qualify for
(those with an aversion to footy please forgive me)...
goodbye marianne
track three on leonard's greatest hits
which our johnny g gave dad for father's day
the very next day i have an interview at bham uni
and a few hours later rick calls
one of the teachers
due to leave at the end of the week
has done her back in
could i passably step in to the breech?
the teacher's name?
you already guessed it
goodbye marianne
hello fireseed
working under his alias
posing as an english language teacher...
tonight the real fireseed out in the back garden
messing about among the flowerbeds in the gathering gloom
he move snails out of harm's way
he juggle flysheets n tentpoles
he slowly work out how to erect our glasto tent
uh oh!
the colour coding seems to have gone awry
our prospective camper faffs around
threading n unthreading poles through the wrong hoops
he flails around with the flysheet
is it inside-out or outside-in?
this thing's massive
(the tent that is)
he keeps tripping over drooping flowers
or knocking their heads off
finally fireseed run out of daylight and space
but not resilience
and resolves to try again out the front tomorrow evening
that should give the neighbours a good laugh...
fireseed pray for weekend sunshine!