Stagnant, green and murky Replete with drunken remnants Of a lout's night out: Cans and wrappers, even road-signs Mix with the tangled weed In turbid water free of motile life. This new artificial pond Holds little but trash and twisted fronds Of unhealthy looking plants. The dogs have had the moorhens In Pete Soulsby's plastic tub, Oasis of ecology, Which cracked and split and dried right out. So they had to start again with a new one.
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