H.& C. my B-C! (Hot and Cold my Ball-Cock)

BRANCH TENET (125) :
H.& C. my B-C!
(Hot and Cold my Ball-Cock!)

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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.

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ANN

Auntie Ann and her watering can
never seem to yawn.

They must get tired of scaring Crows
They do it dawn to dawn.

She always smiles
when I creep by –
I creep so I’m not heard;
I wait and wait and wait and wait
to hear her scaring word.

“That is reserved for scaring Crows
and other birds, not you!”
Aunt Annie winks
and says “OK”
then whispers gently “Boo!”

Illustration : Ollie Tomlinson

(c) 1996, 2010 World of Water (Reg. Charity 327188)