This Poem is Untitled as it’s Not Entitled to Be Titled

I thought this challenge
might be a lark.  That is
until I saw the prompt
and then the word limit.
All I could think was:
what the hell is a mudlark? 
I googled it and now that I know
it really hasn’t helped at all.
For this poem is but a sham. 

_{^{© N Nazir 2021}}

Written for Sammi Scribbles Weekend Writing Prompt: Mudlark, 52 words

*Now look here, people, it meets the word limit, what more do you want?

*Last night I had a terrible nightmare that Turkey disappeared from view.  As in, the country, not the bird.  That everyone in the world was watching with baited breath on TVs all over the globe at a satellite image of a huge chunk of land slowly disappearing underwater before their eyes – Turkey being one of them – and everyone was helpless to do anything, and just like that, millions of people got swallowed up in one big gulp.  It was disturbing.  I thought I’d write it here instead of my journal.  Anyone else get weird dreams like this?

*This song, I don’t know why this song.  But I thought I’d share it as it made me feel better this morning.  (The video’s not as uplifting so you might want to just listen).