Escape

Flicking - as men do - across the channels,

Post breakfast, just before I had to wend

My way to London for another meeting

I chance on Igglepiggle at the end

Of yesterday's repeat of the Night Garden

Gently flowing through the ritual chatter

Which brings each quiet story to a close.

Upsy Daisy sleeps and Makka Pakka

It tucked up warmly with his pile of stones,

Tombliboos lie snug.  Across the lawn

The Pinky Ponk has landed for the night

And all are safe until the next day's dawn.

          The star-boat sails away into the night

          And I recall that all that is - is right.

Brian Hick 6.609

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