SNAP SNAP SNAP

They’re playing cards in the pub:
grandma with a stout,
grandad with a stout,
granddaughter with a
SNAP SNAP SNAP
and I think about you
putting a magnetic crocodile head
on to the body of a pig
SNAP SNAP SNAP.
You slap your head and say Doh!
when you drop something,
I whisper hope to the sun
that you will learn to not hide
when the dark thoughts come.

© Carl Burkitt 2022

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