Last week at the Roundhouse, Bohdan gave us the task to write a Moskalik* poem. Here is my attempt.
If someone were to say they were voting for UKIP,
that it’s their right to flyer outside Iceland.
Well, let’s just say they might accidently trip,
and flying over Ruskin Drive, at St Philip’s is where they’d land.
This is based on a true experience, though my anger was kept at bay in reality.