For the asking

I have not made hay while the sun shines.
Sun is still shining and the hay not made.

At least you gather the poet’s last laugh,
Riding on gutter feeling of being one up.

A kinda last laugh is yours for the asking.
Please ask when you are at the last croak.

(taking off from John Betjeman’s poem The last laugh)

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