I pissed yellow in a stream
as warbling water sang my cock,
and tap danced on bare feet.
Anticipating the shiver;
toes curled round smooth pebbles
polished by countless drinkers
bequeathing a bladder
at this very spot, and arches arched.
I tried singing
in the rain
but fell the damp fall of the river drunk.
An otter scurried, snout all snarly
sharp teeth grinning
into his brown trout.
I left my fish
in the chippy doorway
along with the curry
and all the booze I'd ever drank
ever.
i made a title change and cut the last line which was
"so this is Wales"