Kayak, and nonsense

FAINT, I might, if I were the fainting type, at your exceptionally
OVERT and unsubtle suggestion that I should think of a
REFIT for this more than somewhat unseaworthy, and possibly a little geriatric,
KAYAK. Bloke I maybe, but I know you do it out of love.

KAY, in the garden there’s a YAK!
(REF comes in to decide on IT.)
O, it eateth the verdant VERT!
(FAIN, it looks like thee to a T…)

Steer Past

REFIT after nearly scuppered by the ferry,
FAINT wavy blue a bad idea, now color schemed
OVERT–bright orange, with lights and air horn at hand,
KAYAK saying “look at me”, or, rather, “steer past”.

First steps in love

CLOUD meanders over the sunshot field; good
REHAB for a man of my years and modest wisdom;
WHINE away – yes, I do – along with the bee and
THORN bird, impaled as he or I might be, in the heart.

Artist: Leopold Graf Von Kalckreuth

Woke: awake!

BROWN-minded from despair, and all those
WOKE-Nigglers who say how much they care; O-
VARY the tune a little, Wokes, let me play happily just for once in a
FIELD where privilege and offence aren’t niggling at the rest of us folks!