Today’s poem is a tyburn, and very much in the dark gallows humour vein, so be warned.
Splat
Squalling
Brawling
Dropping
Stopping
Rooftop fight; a squalling, brawling spat
Landing with a dropping, stopping splat
National Poetry Month Day 27: Splat
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