That week we were all goats and hay fever.
Our ears were cockerels, our noses were cow pats.
Liam’s back got bitten by a pony,
Kieran got kicked by a goose.
Paul bamboozled Colin with a chip
and Gareth wiped his tears
with a future pizza payday.
I met a horse with asthma.
Chris had an empty plastic jug thrown
at his hips for nutmegging a farmer
and I watched you lose a sheep.
You’d probably still be chasing it
if you were here.
© Carl Burkitt 2020