Finding it difficult to concentrate on serious things at the moment, so as usual I turn to doodling to help me through. Today we have Melvin:
Melvin has had an unfortunate life since hatching, and he's obviously not a very happy chappie.
And this is the reason why:
Pity poor Melvin, the mythical Spawk
His Ma fell in love with an amorous hawk.
His voice is a failure - can't screech and can't sing,
He's one of a kind, big of beak, short of wing.
He struggles to fly in all kinds of weathers,
And sadly his flight tends to ruffle his feathers.
Melvin's great sorrow - of which he won't talk -
Is that since he's unique, there is no female Spawk!