Destruction of country houses in 20th-century Britain PART 1 (DRAFT/UNFINISHED)

From memory the modern physiognomy of 

the best picnic is on Agars Plough,
how can you forget massive gazebos 

overflowing with fresh salmon
and Moet out the proverbial bucket!

O' dancing in the moonlight

we're dancing in the moonlight 

when that moon is big and bright 

it's a supernatural delight, 

when everybody is dancing in the moonlight!

o' we're dancing in the moonlight 

pin locked and the clashing oars are

needle grown out of HM Government

children are the bilge for best water

just like rabid class equipment 

declines in 'returns' of each cohort reneged 
sorry is the hardest word but you learn 
from your mistakes remember 
you just like walking around its intrepid fantasy 

with elbows in the topiary garden dancing to

the architecture of moonlit colonnades, 

the custodial moonlit amphiteatres, the moonlit

night-club interiors as designed by Edwin Lutyens 

on old drugs and re-thought as a underground bungalow 

and exit into anti-ligature moonlit prisons 
with calico print on the walls that keep you

in a second nature bind
like the new poor law. 

By day devoted exclusively to treadmill prayer,

and by night the very cradle of blessed liberty!

a palliative of others in the good collective bed

endogenous to mobility regime

upping flowers in a new

version of dirt if they do not exist 

from their own subsistence then 
remember biting the monarch bestowing
largess horsepower is reinventing the 
wheel to 70 poor boys of custos closed

by the brocas as informal water 

pageant splitting custom made faux-stone toys 

blocking up amenities all the way down 

Dorney lake like shit doesn't sink!

well I'll let you know to each his own
keep on a pierced porphyry throne for 
imperial measure to watch
the poor niche alcoves.