Poem of the Week: LAST POST by Mary Cresswell
From: Nearest and Dearest, Steele Roberts. $20.
First we took Manhattan
then we took Berlin
We sang of free love, Mao and Marx
But now the terrorists are brown
our ponytails are grey
There is no place for us in town
so we have marched away.
Today we recite the RMA
while whacking fenceposts in:
next week we’ll hit Taihape
– and how about Levin?