Poem #2,860 | DFL in Lewes

God! – that awful parent
putting on his brash act
[with his obnoxious son
& heir] – equally his wife
at fault – A trouble-some
thought ’bout Lewesians
fresh from London’s spit
[thin brick-rich refugees]
& I aim to unsettle them –
Sour dough lovers will sip
rich lattes in independent
coffee outlets & chew fat
croissants [DFL again] – A
time to burn their crosses
& guide them to an Ouse-
slip-bank – let them slip in