MOUND.

Cheap and nasty trackies
Were stitched about the kids
Whilst adult forms where
Fixed by other needles,
And strangers roamed the
Streets in search of either
As damp cycled and crept
Into everybody’s creases.

Winter had a way of separating
The sunken from the scum,
But nobody was taking up the
Job of skimming surfaces,
So society in county form
Was forced by its constituents
To build a wall around the town
And start over in the spring.