A birthday fun write

A birthday fun write

An anodyne singer

Without a cause

Pays tribute

To the songwriter

Of a simple song

Giving a complex message

A makeover

In three chords

The sound drifting by

On a fresh wind

Carried over

From a beer garden

With fake grass

Lazy down Saturday

Lounging in private

Sprawling across the rattan

Basting

On the patio

Stripped to the waist

Naked in secret

Sheltered skin

Rarely revealed

Breathing freely

Under the gaze

Of a shifty sun

Pretending to be

Benign

Whilst probing

For the tender spot

Too hot to ignore

Too easy to feel

The burn

Like a side of beef

It is time to turn

Pity is

A daydream

The illusion of isolation

Broken

By a token imitation

Ed Sheeran

Without the imagination

Of a guitar loop.