The
Hunting of the Sunark (after Lewis
Carroll)
Part
4
'Case!
Send my private chopper'
Pleads
Sunark now atop the roof
'I'm
no more than Suni's excreta mopper'
moans
Simon ' ain't that just the truth?'
Below
the Bozzites search in each room
Look
in the Covid Party Suite says the Leader
Or
where Ole Maggie kept her witch's-broom.
Let's
flush this upstart, this duplicitous bleeder
'Hark'
says Bozz's Baroness-in-Waiting
'I
hear the Sunark's whirly bird
He's
in the air; he's escaping,
Floating
upward like a T-Coffey turd
The
Sunark bird has already flown
Spirited
away by a mystery flyer
Up, up
he soars to a place unknown
Safe
from the clutches the Bozzman Liar
The
Sunark's relief is soon snuffed out
For
'tis Swella perched at the controls
She's
up to no good; there is no doubt
Less
Sunark supporter; more Sunark troll
'I've
secured a safe place and it's just for you
You'll
love it's ambience; its sought-after location
Its
exquisite moorings its pleasant sea view
A
bespoke Swedish bolt hole for a PM staycation
The
Sunark looks down an eagle in his eerie
The
sea and Poole Harbour hoves into view
Swella
grins, she's unnervingly cheery.
Get
Suni on the barge, then stage a coup
(Says
Sunark) 'It's no safe place; it's just a hulk
I
deserve better when fleeing my abusers!'
Poor
old Sunark; you must not sulk
Political
migrants cannot be choosers!
The
Sunark finds the reality of flight from a political oppressor is not
to his liking, especially since the Bibby appears to have no swimming
pool. Will he pull his green card and escape to 'Frisco or maybe take
a flight to Rwanda? Will Swella lead the Bozzmanites to the Bibby
Barge or does she have a more grandiose plan?
Do
not miss the Hunting of the Sunark part 5...
