a jug of clotted cream
and lumpy portridge
scones and orange jam
bacon, kippers, and sausages
dressed to the nines
in jophurs, leather boots.
riding crops at the ready
gently touching ones' thighs
amid the smell
of horse droppings.
and unclean stables
the baying of restless hounds
amid the "tally-ho"
of the huntsmaster
off they go after
a ragged starved fox
a blood thirsty lot
to sate yet another appetite
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