The place in a colony

Go zap
this
like x to y
and
v to c
as we colony
criss cross
and here
we are
numbers
in the grotto.

Walk up and down
talk nonsense
and say
son.

And run
face
is
a lost commodity

Do  it with Matthew,John and
more unread
and
not forget
the
designs of hairdressers
who ran.

Tinawinkle
of the rut
where was
that baby dressing down.

Now how many lost
not a count
perhaps
he can eat more food
the
dream
of a man.

Say hellow with a kiss
bye with a hallowed
cheek
though
Beeches will
fall.