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...
