Sunday, 8 February 2015

The Letter 'V'.

Time for another limerick:

At a poetry reading a Vulture
said “I don’t care for this culture.
when it comes to the crunch
a dead poet’s lunch —
though of course I don’t mean to insult yer.”


In a not very jolly taverna in Agios Konstantinos — that’s the Agios Konstantinos from which ferries and Dolphins and the Cat go to Alonnisos — in which I’ve sometimes been obliged to have dinner because there was no boat until the next day, there is, perched up high in a corner, a stuffed vulture. Guaranteed to put one off the already not very good food.


This vulture, to add to its unpleasantness, seems also to be a flasher.

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