Cold Shoulder

We wandered lonely as two clouds
That float on high o'er Rannerdale
When all at once we saw a crowd
Of Blippers in the Bluebell vale.
Beside the stream beneath the trees
Focusing and clicking in the breeze

Continuous as the stars that shine
And getting in everybody's way
They stand in never ending line
Along the footpath throughout the day
Ten tripods saw we at a glance
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance

The bluebells beside them danced, but they
Outdid the sparkling flowers in glee
A blipper could not but be jolly
Even if we're off our trolley
We gazed and gazed but little thought
What Bliportunities the show had brought

For oft when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood
They flash upon the inward eye
John Gravett's little eager brood.
And then I realise what to post
This group of blippers and their LPH host


( Sorry Mr Wordsworth)