BRANCH TENET (125) :
H.& C. my B-C!
(Hot and Cold my Ball-Cock!)
Hedradwall Cabbard raised his barrel
At the Suejuice Bird – in best apparel.
His flight or plight – to West or East
Was ‘soar away’, or ‘die as feast’!
The shutters closed in and around.
Most fond peekers made no sound
but backed from blinds, thus could see not,
what or how the end would be.
One shot was fired, from rod of two,
but missed and hit a stanky flue.
“My Ball-Cock!” shouted out a man,
who chased as far as catch it can
but stopped on edge by rope stretched tight –
his murmured “You!” issued at height.
“You’ll stop my Wind, you gunning fart.
Get off my windcock, shoo! Depart.
My balcony’s not made for ropes
And old green-flippered shooting blokes.”
The Suejuice Bird stood very still,
not wishing anybody ill,
reflecting on the second shot
from Cabbard’s gun, that winded sot.
And in this state of stanky poo, our characters exist for you.
This thought , an illustrative view –
‘A harbinger of deady-do.’
Your actions sit within your hands,
To follow better global plans.
With a set of five different building photographs ‘torn from various trade magazines’, the brief was to incorporate certain features from each picture to form a totally new building for the Rolls Royce dealership, Balmoral UK.