Take on book A Town Like Alice

Shute’s tome given Modfather spin 82

Stop apologising, proffers bard

Seek not redemption, his rapid beat advocacy

Except things propagated thyself.

 

No guarantee of existential longevity

Though cruelty a certain acquaintance

From within thyself a change requires manifestation

Now factory in situ, empty milk carts of Weller’s 82

Though, dairy yard majority buried with Co-op shire horses.

 

As with bard’s observations 82, proletariat dilemma remains

New Schuh’s for young Al, or cocktail bar/kebab with Sal

Conundrum of uncertainty exists contemporary

Train continues clock-wise, breeze still masks giggling of junior

Thankfully over 35 summers, Modfather achieved goal of joy bestowed.

town called malice