By Tikum Mbah Azonga
The sparrow has flown away
It carried with it pageant and seamstress
But left behind peacock and towel
All the baby teddies were drowned
And flags flown at half mast
Today, though the sky is clear
Unlike yesterday; it’s clearly not overcast.
All the anthills were dispatched to Bombay
To make the lone fort a fortress
Even so, not a single book shipped belonged to Powell
So for that reason, the Lord Mayor frowned.
He reminded Mrs Bechem that God’s world was vast
So no one should take anyone for cheap beer.
Henceforth, everyone, including the parish priest will be aghast
When returning sparrows fly in furious as the bear.