I wondered lonely as child
around a gutted town
The sand pit is now filled with flies
and the playground long shut down

Where is the gently swaying breeze?
Replaced by fumes which make me weeze
A daffodil my  eyes spy out
Is on a roundabout

the other 'dils' were trodden into dog's mess under boot
and covering one I rather fear is an old copy of loot