I heard a shout

a cry for help

so I looked all around

no one was found.

Then I heard it again

and yet again

I looked everywhere

then I heard

'Help, I'm up here! The names Pocket.'

Oh what a sight

did greet my eyes

a man caught by his trousers

in the beak of the giant Fillybuff Bird.

What could I do

I frantically thought

then as the bird swooped low

the mans trousers I caught.

Off they flew

the bird lost its grip

the man fell to the Earth

displaying bare cheeks.

I threw him his trousers

as I did I informed

'The names Pick, how do you do Pocket.'

He grinned hastily put them on

then we both had hurry

as the Fillybuff Bird

swooped in a low run.

It screamed a sound

like train wheels

metallic tinny and loud

an awful noise

setting your teeth on edge

as it flew right over our heads.

From the Fillybuff Bird

we made our escape

ran down a Rabitt hole

where we were safe.

At least till Lord Augustus

the Rabitt came home

no sooner said

than he was home

'Can I help you?'

he uttered his voice like a drone.

'Fillybuff' Pocket said

Lord Augustus nodded his head

'Stupid bird,

needs to have his feathers plucked.

or a hot Chilled stuffed up his other face.'

He laughed as he invited us in

then he offered us some tea,

which he served

with Mushrooms on toast

it was about a ten to three.

Then he gave us a Dog whistle

said 'Fillybuff hates them the most.

drives him really crazy,

and thats not hard to do.'

After a while

of pleasurable talk

we said thank you

then went on our way,

yet he kept thanking us

saying 'What a most pleasent day.'

Pocket was grateful

though his trousers were badly torn

one cheek was shining brightly

in the late afternoon Sun.

As we arrived at No Cross Roads

we shook hands and parted company

but we agreed to meet again

the very next Sunday.

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