Oh, my Triffid, where art thou?

I’ve looked in the garden,

checked all round the house,

but you cannot be found –

and where, now, is my spouse?

.

They can’t have run off together,

a match made from an ungainly tryst –

‘it’ was a policeman’s daughter,

and she with her provenance unguessed.

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