Poetry Corner
We here at lonesomeaviary have no idea what use anyone could find in poetry, but given the dearth of new material, we humbly present:
On returning to Pipstock
by Pádraig O’Bagel
at first I see
the otters playing
rampant, whilst a bat
shits on itself, asleep upside down
it seems perturbed; I blow snot laughing
at the winged tosser
the rambling club takes up
a corner of the Golden Bladder
local pub; hub!
for the thick woollen-socked
bearded members, deranged.
peering through my eyebrows
I recoil betwixt a sausage roll and
quiz sheet
could it be that Dónall has
not turned up?
the bugger
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I’m genuinely laughing aloud at this, well done sir! Might I humbly suggest that lonesome aviary explore the ancient art of haiku next? Also, if a bat biologist could weigh in and do some splaining that would be capital.
Your public rejoices upon your return!