With gleeful mirth, our Mother Fen
Embraced with open arms,
The soldiers thrown into the air,
And dragged them screaming to her lair,
Drawing them deep into her care,
And murky, muddy, charms.

Once off the causeway, the invaders stood no chance.
(30.09.26)

© Ben Quant 2026
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