SCRUTINY ON THE BOUNTY

Mutiny—mute, a knee caps it all
In London (UK’s capital),
Capital letters removed from the upper case
On a pile of luggage,
Spells disaster for their pessimistic discoverer
Only to discover her strength lies not in words, but in mime.

When arrested, just in time,
The mime artist, who’d turned to crime,
Was asked to come along quietly.
Quiet Lee was an unlikely PC,
And the mime artist’s arresting officer,
Ending this criminal’s spree.

Lee dreams of a crime wave,
In the sense of a farewell to all crime,
But, he knows, farewells are not full of bus tickets.
Pus thickets septic presence—
With no bearing on the welfare of farewells—
Shelter acne-ridden gamblers,
Hedging their bets while seeking proverbial birds in the bush,
Their hands, which—
If they held birds, would be employed more valuably—
Push, displace leaves and leaves them
Beating about the bush.