Semen pursued, testosterone driven
Waves of Nigglethworp washing witchward
Across the endless gray of grey on gray,
Nothingness evolves, eternal Big Bang,
The ovaries of the world dripping
Ova into the fallopian underground
Frustrated by the ennui of existence
Eternal Big Bang now scowlingly small
I will wear white flannel trousers
And will walk upon the beach
At Nigglethworp
Collecting shells
To sell to tourists
To the seashore.

Do I dare to eat a peach?