Our hero checks out security at the
The great one arrives quickly on foot, having parked the jag.
He checks out all the front approaches.
He finds a bees nest, and justifiably pauses four hours.
The usual idyllic, tranquil peaceful scene
Punctuated only by sporadic gunfire.
The armoured car sits unobtrusively at the front gate
by the drawbridge, just left of the minefield.
He peruses all the angles, as peruse is doing nicely lately,
out of the lottery fund for hamsters, teddies got nowt.
He views the approaches with his practiced eye.
Secures the front entrance with razor wire and roses.
All seems safe, but is it.
HE LIKES THE FRONT, BUT THE BACK IS WIDE OPEN.
He must formulate a plan of defence
Otherwise stoats, ferrets or worse still
Blairs might take over,
then nothing will be nearly as it seems.
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