17 February 2014

# 17 - In my head, it’s Lothlὸrien

For healing all my wounds (but not myself),
it’s heartening that there’s a place to go
where they will fix me when I’m feeling low –
where my gesundheit won’t depend on wealth.
Though Tories try to privatise by stealth,
And siphon to their mates the nation’s dough,
for now, I’m reassured and glad to know
the British Wonder called the Nation’l ‘Elf.

(While writing the above, I got distracted:
what if we had an Elven Head of State?
What magic laws would therefore be enacted?
And would we sing of Celeborn the Great?)

Apologies – I’ve wandered off the way,
forgetting what the hell I tried to say…


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