Miss Willoughby

By Alfie Shoyger

Thu, 01 Nov 2018
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At half ten in the morning

I watch Miss Willoughby’s lick-me legs

dash behind a desk,

I watch Miss Willoughby’s bite-me lips

read out rubbish

as children chant and embolden

grinning buffoons grasping buckets

of syrup and custard and cream.

I watch Miss Willoughby’s kiss-me face

get coated with custard,

Miss Willoughby’s tie-me-into-pigtails hair

transform into a syrupy mishmash,

Miss Willoughby’s bury-your-face-in-me breasts

glisten and bounce in a gulf of cream.

“Good old-fashioned kids’ entertainment,

honest harmless fun,” I think to myself,

flushing the toilet.

 

 

 

 

 

From “Disoccidented” by Alfie Shoyger:

https://www.amazon.co.uk/Disoccidented-Alfie-Shoyger/dp/1999922859

 

Certificate 15
Poem

Comments

Submitted by thornwood on

Oh gosh. I wonder what was going on in the toilet. I could maybe have a mature guess but this gave me a good laugh.

Well done.

Stephen d

Submitted by thornwood on

When I go to the toilet I do not usually ruminate over another persons body parts and looks ?

But hey we are all unique unless the person is not really flushing the toilet after releasing bodily fluids !

Keep writing.

Your clearly a brilliant modernist topical poet.

Stephen d

Submitted by thornwood on

Although I need to add because of this damn methadone, which I am nearly finished with I have most mornings

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"Lucky me". This morning, well infact any moment now I am going, if you know what I mean and will read your poem again.

Nb.

Clearly mentioning the child piece in your poem had no bearing on my original comment.

Stephen d