Small, green,
rubber in texture,
lying in wait.
Tubes of potions
and other worrying liquids
fester away
in the corners of doom.
Disturbingly,
two sharpened stakes and a wooden hammer
rest concealed
within a brown holdall under the bed.
And then
the worst horror of all.
Congealed milk,
left for three days
beside a pink fluffy cat
and a scrapyard of toy cars.
Vacuum bag too small to repel these grimy hordes
advancing at speed.
I sit and sigh.
‘Don’t you just love having kids.’
Yes, Nick, having kids (and grandkids) is a wonderful experience. Loving this write!
I guess you can relate then.
Oh yes, having children changed my entire world!!!
Despite the traumas, wouldn’t change them though.
Love this, (kids!) Love that I have found your new site!
Si
Thanks, Si. I’m honoured to have you here. Are you posting much these days? Let me know where.
Nick