Tuesday 12 July 2016

a one hundred and eighteenth new poem ... 'chicken coup'

Eagle adjusted her
Donald Trump novelty
Wig with
Nail polished
Pigeon claws,
Paused before
Hastily snaffling
A collection of stale
Bread crumbs from
Betwixt her fake
Pigeon breasts.
When she returned
To the War Room,
Benn was still
Searching for
His glasses and
Hunt sat idly
Leafing through a 
Back edition of
Chicken Whisperer.

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