scraped well and

covered in oil

from sunflower seeds

fair traded by

Romanian gypsies who

tossed and turned

whilst they slept

in rickety caravans

on rocky roads

heading due East

into another round

of talks with

the mole people

of the Never-never

giggling gruesome giants

who keep dwarfs

in left pocket

of pool table

set in glass

with marble legs

on silver balls

that roll around

going nowhere fast

because the brakes

done burnt out