At the Suejuice Bird - in best apparel.
His flight or plight - to west or east
Was 'soar away', or 'die as feast'!
The shutters closed in and around.
Most fond peekers made no sound but
backed from blinds and thus could see not what or how the end would be. One shot was fired from rod of two but missed and hit a stanky flue.
"My Ball-Cock"! shouted out a man who chased as far as catch it
can but stopped on edge by rope stretched tight his murmured "You"! issued at height.
"You'll stop my Wind, you gunning fart, get off my windcock shoo depart. My balcony's not made for rope and old green
flippered shooting blokes.
The Suejuice Bird stood very still, not wishing anybody ill, reflecting on the second shot from Cabbard's gun and the winded sot who's fate pre-packed by "let him be" – was
sheltered from sobriety!