I winged a flight of fancy by flap's hap:
All-plucky, birds refused me feather quill;
Even my high-coo pigeon... cheeky Jap!
It happened when errant, and a raven
My inkwell spilt in splitting from its cage,
Birds heard my cry, "Fowl play!", and fled haven...
Rage incandescent: ink on desk and page!
Forgetting birds; Guttenburg laid to rest:
Pressed for time, a typewriter's ironic...
Geese had left eggs with quills on Shelley desk;
Biros nicked (borrowed) make desk Byronic.
When pen-tired, I'd a downward dreamy bleat,
"Quilt quills, as eiderdown, would biros beat!"
