Oscar-winning actor Russell Crowe
Went to the lake with stones to throw
He grabbed the biggest with his paw
And arched his back with a mighty roar

He chucked the stone into the lake
With force that made the water break
He lobbed one high without a care
And hit a crow out of the air

The bird then spiralled to the floor
And stopped its breathing forever more
“I’m sorry, brother,” wept Russell Crowe
And ate the dead chap from head to toe

© Carl Burkitt 2018

This poem is part of a challenge for National Poetry Writing Month 2018 – a daily poem for a celebrity’s birthday.