wafting disinfectants

in making for the loo outside the sun fly foo

a sight confused my eyes, I looked again

is that the parson's nose

in uncharacteristic pose

protruding from the oil tin in the yard?

sure enough, a chook, placed in its grease-trap nook

maturing by sun and nature is how it looks

now I feel enraged, walk out and soon engage

the officer at the council who deals with chooks

he tried to look surprised but so as not to be compromised

he fumbled for his diary with nervous cough

I didn't go back at all, but a fly upon the wall

checked the blackboard ' sorry, chook is off'

it's time to bypass tact and totally over-react

the villains are those ladies at the stall

their sponge and cream and bun

will no longer get a run

we'll red-tape and chain them to the mall

so much for cake and tea

at the fete for you and me

bring your thermos but forget what you've been making

all must be aware that no one else may share

there's a lurid lurgi lurking in your baking

go directly to the mall where the charity is small

and regulations supercede your common sense

those who gave and so received

now systematically deceived

while the centres triumph in wafting disinfectants

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