Canal Part One - That Elton John Coot...

I wander lonely as a clown,
drifting,
drifting,
Canal as company, the unpainted underbelly of plastic ducks as hand mirrors.
Buffon, buffed.
Duck, replaced.
A happy circle of exchanges that was once (and only once) highlighted by Elton john.
Screw the Lion King.
Elton John coupled with a swan.
The true seedling of exaggerated poetry planted in the murky depths of canal slurry.
As i was walking I thought to myself, i have neglected the prose.
At this exact same moment a swan and a coot turned their bills in unison to look at me.
It was if it suddenly all became clear to everything in the universe that stupidity had been neglected.
The circle complete.

Ornithological enlightenment.

I have vowed to boil the banter broth and pour
out wordy nourishment for dehydrated, dry, dusty comedy...