TFE's Poetry Bus!!!

This week TFE is back at the infamous wheel, and I've taken a prompt of one of the photos he has put up there. He put in the rule too that we had to trim down to 14 lines, but I'm afraid what I wrote was far too genius to cull at all, so here it is in its entirety...

I'll understand if I don't get included on the roll call because of this boldness and disobedience. Find other - much better - poems that might more accurately respond to the prompt here

Laa Laa Land

In Laa Laa Land, we have cocktails on demand

And the flames of lust are fanned

By a master on the grand, who sings songs of sorrows banned

With a walk along the strand

Eyes unhurt by grit or sand, we are gorgeous, in command

Of spontaneous joy and planned.

There’s a bird in every hand, and the bush birds all are grand

So we leave them – they wear brands

That are never seen as bland, they so please the fashion gland

For fine feathers can be scanned

From a turret that is manned by us. Don’t misunderstand

At the end of Laa Laa Land

There’s a wake up call, a scandal of unsteady quiver hands

Where the yobs are often vanned

So they’ll never more get tanned, listen to a rocking band

And the only fruit is canned, no more to take the upper hand

Far from dreamt of Laa Laa Land....