Her favourite foods were prawns and chocolate.

I wondered if she would be fooled

by torn pieces of plastic

heavily disguised.

She ate them eagerly.

And then


Spat them out

her look of disgust clearly expressing her thinking,

“I wasn’t born yesterday, I’m ten years old

and I’m not one of them brain dead sea fish either!

Oh, and cut out the raspberries,

I’m not a fuckin’ blackbird either!”

Then she blew a few bubbles,

swished her tail

and went in search of tadpoles.


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