I'm doing pennants.
Multi-coloured and
blowing in the wind.
It's a Tring thing.
An annual fling
for us boaters.
Bank to bank floaters
enjoying the community,
an immunity
from the rat race society.
Except water rats
because that's us....

Pennants and flags,
Soft Machine and fags,
barbecues smoking,
laughter,
choking
on smoke and fun
in the fun
of this Bank Holiday.

I'm doing pennants/.

It's criminal.....

Francesca Johnson

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