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