Frisbee whizzing
through the air
above our heads
over the sand
into the water
onto the waves
out to sea.
You cried a lot that day.
Frisbee was a lovely dog.
sea
Not Reigning But Drowning
Go on, get back.
I’m a king of fine repute.
Because I rule the waves
And my name is Canute.
Hey, did you listen to me?
You can’t lap against my boot.
Because I rule the waves
And my name is Canute.
Look, don’t get any deeper.
I’m warning you, old fruit.
Because I rule the waves
And my name is Canute.
Right, now you’ve gone too far.
If only there was a plug.
Because now the waves rule me
And my name is gurgle … gurgle … glug
