Tuesday, 16 July 2013

Song of Afternoon

The air is thick with Bitey-Bastards,
   Bitey-Bastards throng the air.
I riled them with a Mighty-Parsnip,
   “Come fly towards me, if you dare!”

The Bitey-Bastards buzzing madly,
   Buzzing madly through my space.
I’d swipe at twenty dozen gladly,
   I dare you – fly towards my face.

One Bitey-Bastard buzzed a-facewards,
  Buzzed a-facewards, Bastard bit!
And angry, like a de-fuzzed race-horse,
  I Mighty-Parsnip-walloped it!

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