Through wading pipe
Red brick holes
3 foot length of scaffolding poles.
Leftover piping off Plummers works
Someone just took the stuff.
A hotel / Motel on R7229
It’s clientele never saw anything so fine.
Luxurious spaces to unwind.
After busy days helping nature to decay.
In their cosy nook holes
They slide and slided away
Hostel needing ants
Woodlice tired from life of dust and grime needed luxury to unwind.
Busy bee’s making honey all could rest for no money.
Ladybirds with children galore safe from fire trap tenements of yore..
Slided and slid and some even glided
To solace safe warm and cosy hid from anyone that’s nosey.
Until one hungry hedgehog followed a fly. Into the Ashford Bug Hotel….
He followed him with his narrow snout
The flies last words where “Get OUT”
As he was swallowed whole in one go.
Hog slipped his snout into an old water spout lodged in by a family of slugs. They tried to protect each other with hugs. He had his feed the slug children cried mammy please don’t let him eat me.
But alast it was to late they where on his dinner plate.
Next was awadding pipe a favourite of lice
He sucked and he slurpled he even burped
(His manners where poor)
He licked his lips for more.
And went to see what else was in store.
(Each had their own door )
Was left undisturbed
Death visited each hole that night on the lower floor for Hog could reach no more.
One line Woodlice was said to have roared
“It’s a trap we are a hedgehog smorgasboard”
Hog returned with greed in mind the following evening time.
He pawed and clawed and poked but nothing would come out and into his mouth.
Empty and feeling thin he spotted Spider with a grin. With not a sliverfish inside or Woodlice to dine so nice crunchy on the outside gooey in the middle the thought of them made his mouth dribble.
Just cobwebs at each door and a sign saying all inhabitants moved to the second floor. Vacant never to be used in memory of those who went before.
Spider had grinned and smiled with delight when he heard his neighbours plight. He offered comfort on the second floor offering each a protective door.
Helpfully lending his skills to bring belongings up to his newly rented floor. Each where grateful for his comfort.
None knew they where done for.
As he turned the second floor into his winter store.
“How could you ?” cried a dying fly “You condemned the genocide.”
Spider sighed and brushed a tear from Flies eye.
“My dear this is just economic policy saving for a rainy day don’t you know the workers always pay.”
@Anna Doyle 2018
Long Summer Woes.