Diarial

Quite an odd one with a lot of obscure references.

As a stroll strolls along in a less-than-quick pace,

with the tide of concrete blurred in one,

an ear up-pricks like a dog out hunting

and is drawn, reluctant and sneering, to its cause.

Not in any way being triumphant, nor having won,

the ear's owner arrives at the Sound's scene

to receive a loud half-pantoum without a pause,

not even for the Sound to collect breath - as if completely sure.

Now, this may be the mere passions the eldest pre-teen,

but the ear's owner is startled at sight of the Sound

standing obnoxiously, shouting "Culture!",

the Sound being the kind that praises a three-two.

No longer could the ear's owner stand and listen around,

seeing other ears being happily drawn in and wanting

greatly to absorb any firm sunken thoughts - the ear's owner

strolls back along in a more-than-quick pace.