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.