Death from the air

Baby Basil
had a wheeze
for a freeze
on death from the air
- to clog up all the
jet engines in all the
gin joints in all the
world (sorry - got
carried away there)
by fast-breeder
programme:
massed formations
of pigeons (as many
as there are
permutations of Yahweh
in the Torah - in sum
400 billion billion
billion billion).
Basil's Grandad
has volunteered
the services of a pair
of clapped-out breeder
pigeons (of hopefully
separate gender,
but if not they'll
do their best).
But this Happy Breed
of pigeons (not being
Christian souls
but Disbelievers in
notion of Sacrifice),
pour scorn
on such old corn...
Thus Basil's
ploy is Pie
In The Sky
(pigeon pie
to be exact)
So Basil
instead
is off to
the seaside
with Mum
& counts all
the pebbles on
the beach
to tally the dead.

"Come and see"

Baby Basil's Ode:

My Mum
took me
to see
a place for
young people
at Gallipoli
where there was
nothing to do
but lie still
under the sun
to eternity.
So we came
back home,
Mum and me,
to watch
Breakfast TV
and I dip
my soldiers
in the runny
red yolk
while I shout
to Mum
"Come and see,
Come and see".