When teeming starlings
And tinned sardines turn as one:
curve, swoop, whorl, climb, volte face,
swimming wind and tide,
predator and grub driven,
fear and hunger breed
insecurity in numbers
Hungry bard
Tub of lard
Ate the Shard
& Gherkin
~
PC Mod
Lazy sod
Missed him
Caught out shirkin’
Blimey!
A bloody sonnet
dropped by
out of my hat
fancy that
all about evening
idealised
poetic license
freedom of formality
incubated nuisances
contort reality
in subversive silences