The black feathered aviators are out on patrol again
You could call them “The flying squad”
Keeping the streets of Salford Quays
free from the menace of breadcrumbs
as they clean a square metre in five minutes flat
passing professors doing their sums
and staring as if to say – “What’re you lookin’ at ?”
while seagulls know not to pounce or enter a fight
with the flying squad – they’ll get a fright
The Inkwell 