Slightly recovered here now, as matters have now risen to the level of
apparent death-threats to me, or at least being 'cut up' or 'bled' or
'skinned' by persons unknown. I might re-iterate that behind all this was my
lack of veneration for a local poet, who, I must add, was in now way
directly responsible for what developed, and is from all reports quite
appalled by it all, but my original crime, which has now been compounded
from talking too loud without respect to ruining a drug-dealer's pitch and
trade in our dear arts centre, hence the alleged threats (if real)
but here's an example of the maestro's work, for not liking which
sufficiently I have been hit, threatened, insulted, barred, vilified and
generally trod upon:
The Dodo
It's sad the dodo is extinct
when once the creature winked and blinked
and in a manner so succinct;
on that far-off Mauritius isle
the sailors treated dodos vile -
were only out to make a pile
they introduced domestic pets
and caught the dodo in their nets,
on its survival hedged their bets
and, growing grossly overweight -
its diet got in such a state -
ship's crews ate dodos off a plate!
With quaint physique it might have filled
the place of some bright bird that trilled
of slimmer, more athletic build
but that was not to be the case -
odd beaks and feet, and funny face,
it's disappeared without a trace!
from 'Building New Bridges'
copyright K. Berry 2000.
best
Dave
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