The man with strict sideburns
shaped liked ice hockey sticks said
I may have been a trifle harsh
and I saw layers of custard lava,
concrete jelly, rigor mortis ladyfingers,
strawberry eyeballs and dandruff sprinkles.
The man with a curly fringe
sipped some expensive whiskey,
shuffled some important paperwork
and said It’s forgotten,
and I saw myself sent out of Third Set Science,
my head branded with a burning,
invisible Silly Boy.
© Carl Burkitt 2021