It’s only poetry, we answered when the question was popped
Would you not consider writing a story?
Well we could write on the worst singer in the whole world
Who had a voice like a chain saw
But that wouldn’t be fair
He never said anything about our poems?
When we were only toddlers
We sat on the front porch
Set up our own business buffing shoes
pocket money for the school holidays
Entrepreneurs they called us
They’er a smart pair
The neighbours told our parents
Until that is, one day
We used brown polish on black shoes
The lady went blind with rage
Nearly caused world war three
A deep feeling of anxiety came over us!!!
We were offered work trimming hedges
Down on our knees with a shears cutting grass
Luckily September intervened…
(c) Chris Black 2017.