GLOBAL WARMING OR A LAST TANGO IN LONDON
The Japanese cherry trees in Hyde Park, are blooming early
hand down bouquets of pink blossom to all comers
standing out like a summery sore thumb up the arse end of winter
glad for the sun, that hides, naughty between the petals
a decadent lover playing coy in tiny pink silken sheets
waiting for the last kiss
and then going at like a rabbit all the way to summer
ah! for the unforeseen randiness of global warming
the sun on my trousers and spring in my step.