Billy 


I always suspected something strange
about Billy. I blamed his father
who was very strict.

The strange affinity for prawn cocktail
as if it was personal.

So I wasn't shocked when he told me
that he used to be a Narwhal.

We sat together in the BHS bistro
and he told me about the sea.
The beauty of the ocean floor

and how much he wanted to go back.
when suddenly his eyes bulged in pain,
he disappeared
back to the Arctic Ocean.



(On the 30th Anniversary of Monty Python)


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