TEN

There’s a debarking certificate
Attached to my heart
Telling all that its surface
Has stripped and departed.
Acting captains seldom resort
To the kind of dirty tricks
I’ve just been taught,
And to state the obvious,
The weather was there,
Falling through the summer cloth
I chose to wear,
Whilst the central parting of
Our ways was conducted
To a baton waving beat,
Played by an inconsistent
Orchestra to a crowd
Of lumberjacks.