we prod the billy with S.O.S. pads
hoping he’ll dive into his pocket
do the granddad fling
daughter Sheila usually gloomed
all somersaults and rainbow

instead he says: too much pie
got our heads batty
go snort a boogie - play in sand
you dream home wanna buys
quite relocated
heaving in the plain truth confusion

later writes the evening newspaper:
Young Artist Swallows Tongue
While Shaving His Cat
if you don’t believe
then how ‘bout:
Frosted Flakes tasted like fur chilli

as the billy mows back
to seeing such fuss
throwing up Dr. Seuss effigies
all we asked was to roll some coinage
and this a dividend he didn’t bargain for

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06/10/2017

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