The Fens (a univocalism)


from the ABC set Bard of the Fens

The Fens

Meet Beth
Twenty three
Excellent dresser,
She reeks style
weekends
she gets cheeky,
necks WKD recklessly
she never expected the sheer hell
reserved when she entered The Fens

Ten twenty Beth left Ely
Sped her VW beetle west,
Swerved
screeched her steed
Beep beeped the steer wheel

Stephen peers meekly ,
He resembles Dexter Fletcher
except he’s weedy
Sheep pressed between Spencer’s vest
Beth yells
“Hey! Let’s see the fens, then get wed!”
Stephen remembers the decree
Keen, he enters the beetle
delves gently, seeks the belt
Beth revs
They cheer then speed freely

When they enter The Fens
green, fresh smells Meet Beth’s senses
Creeks, weeds, trees, levees
Greet them sweetly
Speechless, they creep
The elements stem themselves
Bend themselves wherever they step
except
every step gets denser
deeper
the greenery seems endless

Stephen feels creeped
pretends the scheme’s serene
yet secretly Every Tree leers
Endless, eyeless the enemy peers,
Stephen’s Nerves melt jellyblended
He Regrets he needs the strength
The steel we reserve when we remember
Pele’

Beth gets tense
Her sweetness left her when her heel
Wedged between severely webbed reeds
She’s extremely testy by 7
when Stephen reflects
they need the tent
Her eyes see red
Teeth edges meet
She sneers ‘keep yer cheeky jests secret, geek’
He merely yelps

Then,
When the deep sky gets speckled
Beth preps her reedy bed
Stephen shelters level
Nestles, Edgy sleeve tenderly
pets her flesh
Beth’s eyes needle
She sneers when she sees the tent he’s erected
Stephen feels her deep freeze
breeding needs rejected
he feels neglected

Next
Sleep ended,
They peel themselves free
By eleven The Fens get even denser
The weeds Bleed
scenery fermented
Beth tells herself
They’ll never flee the fens,

Yet,
Ten weeks spent, Beth emerges
enters the next settlement
She teeters, energy levels receded
Her dress shredded, perm demented , feet wet
Yet she’s free!
Except where’s Stephen?
Well
Lets expel the mystery
Heed Beth’s well fed belches
Her greedy belly swelled
She fended when needs expected
When she felt empty
her Stephen merely resembled
beefy yet nerdy entrée

The End

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Comments

gristo | June 12, 2008 - 22:22

This took me an absurd amount of time and i feel quite guilty about nicking 'resembles Dexter Fletcher' from Luke Wright's recent univocalism. Had to do it though as an old fan of 'Press Gang'.

gristo | June 14, 2008 - 17:19