Humpty D. sat on it,
looking rather stoic,
not musing or bird watching,
just starkly sitting.
Egg, cannon, alien, boss –
perhaps policing construction –
does he fall benevolently home-ward
or destined to stay in pieces and debt?
As he arrogantly explained to Alice,
“When I use a word,
it means what I choose it to mean”.
The truth prosopagnosia is telling.
Of course all the King’s men
are busy interpreting reality,
but thought it clever to suggest
replacing the fallen with solar panels.