A re-write of an old poem by inky
They’re coming en – masse
to a patch of green grass
on a mission
Flying overhead and
Fishing around the quayside bins
for that half eaten sandwich
or open sardine tin
From Ramsdens to the Royal Oak
They rendezvous round
some right royal pickings
And as the Canada geese look on
the feathers skip and hop
between passing pedestrians
in their summer regalia
They don’t mind – if its breakfast or tea
and when chased by the geese – off they flee
heading for new greens – they’re on to a winner
something really tasty for dinner
The Inkwell 