Waiting for Caesar
Grass! Spiders! Bamboo sticks!
...bored them to tears...
So, back through the kitchen they marched,
seeking an unregimented adventure.
On a patch of path out front
they set up camp,
crowning the hula hoop
in sobering satin.
Scotching the paving slabs,
boxing numerals, they began
this olden play, whilst waiting for Caesar.
Stone drop, hop, pick up.
Alfresco scones of hearty spelt with sunshine soup
(simple victuals for my little troopers).
Then sentinelling, binoculars in hand,
sussing out the lie of the land.
They spied women - young and old -
trudging the streets, pushing the prams,
pausing to chat about the fare,
whilst the men were all missing in action.