stale scones
stale scones
take ’em to the bridge
take ’em to the river
take ’em to the bridge over the river
and bomb the swans
bomb the swans
hissing gaping bullyboy swans
doting on their own reflections
snooty swanky puffed-up galleons
they’re big bad buggers non-egalitarian
time to be drastic
be iconoclastic
the river is for all of us
not just the powerful that think they’re gorgeous
so moorhen dabchick coot unite
get the swans, do what’s right
if you’re out of luck
you’ll hit a duck
but it’s very very hard
to sink a mallard
with stale scones
rock buns
take ’em to the bridge
take ’em to the river
take ’em to the bridge over the river
and bomb the swans
bomb swans
I could not pin down Boltini for a bio, but he is a Yorkshire poet with a unique and beguiling voice. His collection Narrow Ruled Feint with Margin is available here from Otley Word Feast Press.
Cracking stuff. 🙂
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