"DENMARK IS LEGOLAND"

(Quote heard on the ferry from England)

Since the non-farmer
couldn't milk the pigs
he fed three in the morning
went tractor-riding — better far
than all the rides in Legoland.

For breakfast he discovered
the culinary delight
of sandwiches of cheese
topped by squelchy marmalade.

His football-crazy brother
kicked two around the lawn
and in and out the flower beds
went happily to his own.

Both were driven
along the uncrowded roads
through Bedsted, Grurup, Hurup, No,
to castles, deserted North Sea beaches,
picnicking on an airport car park
before flying in a four-seater Cessna
over velvety fields and farms displaying
the Danish flag on their individual poles.

Daddy rolled up his trousers,
paddled in the seaweed stream
sandal-footed at Binderup Strand.

Mummy met the lace-maker of Tønder
and at Sønderborg Slot was treated
to a rare private showing
of Rogoczy's vast collection
hidden from the light to prevent browning.

Legoland is Denmark
Denmark is not Legoland.

© Gerald England

Composed: Vestrupod, 14th June 1988

Publication

1997 Poephysics (Internet)