Flakes are overrated
Far too aerated
You’d be better off
With chocolate
That’s been grated
Over a chocolate sundae
Since these days
A 99-ice cream
Costs two-fifty with a flake
And two-thirty as a solo swirl
And you think for a nostalgic moment
“Let’s give the Flake a whirl!”
But it’s not the one they sold
In the days of old
On the store shelves
Where your childish fingers
And heart lingers
On the sweetshop fare
With the yellow and purple
Shiny after-school sunshine
Glare
And stare
At the thirty-pence half bar
Wonder who you are
That you can spend
Thirty-pence of what you make
On a disappointment;
A full of air,
Not quite fair
Flake.
The wind is nought but puppy-play nip
No more does it hold winter’s bite.
Each baby flower proffers nectar forth for to sip
And the golden sun remembers how to be bright.
It kisses my skin between each ever-paling breath of Northerly wind
And the birds louder sing
For though the rivers run over full
The clouds are quick when they are dull.
Catkins hang and dance in the wind new
And the buds are full with promise and dew.
Saplings young and arbours old
Host halos of greenish gold.
Thank you, birds, who louder sing,
To welcome in the baby spring.
Democratic Shrimp
They have boxing matches to see who is king
They boil their kettles with their punches
They have a cup of tea with their wives--
He'd never tell her she's too much of anything, other than perhaps too colourful today.
Calm down, calm down, I can see your insecurities!
They see more than a thousand colours per colour, even in the blue sea.
They punch mirrors when they don't like what they see.
The mirror shatters every time.
No zoo can hold me, I am the king!
They don't have a monarchy
Not today. Not when they found out that King Prawns end up in curry.
They stick to what they see.
They worship their mundanity,
Their rainbow vision,
They send the shrimpy shrimps to school on the catfish bus
They don't worry if they don't come home
Must've graduated, or got themselves eaten.
What are they like?! Kids today!
They grow so fast,
They kick so fast
They can't be held by aquarium glass.
They think lobsters are way too full of themselves,
They should be served up on a silver plate
More of the kids home late?
Oh well, that's normal. Don't wait up.
They probably met their fate
Oh, and, can you pick up some algae from Sainsburseas on the way home, dear?
Green or Gamma?
Emerald or X-Ray?
Whatever you fancy for dinner, today.
They kick in the door and tear down the house
When they don't punch the mirror, they love to primp
They eat dinner at the table with their spouse
They are a democratic people's republic of the Rainbow Mantis Shrimp.
Clown / Weirdo / Freak / Gorilla / they aren’t even curse words / so why are they somehow worse / than the words that are forbidden / because inside them is hidden / a trigger from before / when I walked the school halls / alone / confused / different / abused / regularly refused / invite to any social cues / and wondered what’s wrong with me / why does my physics teacher / who I get into long discussions with about immortality / and dyson spheres / call me quirky / why do my peers / laugh at the things I enjoy / why do they stare / are they laughing at me / when I care / about something / why do they deploy / the latest demeaning word / upon my joy / and my passions / are flung at the wall / wish I could wait for a call / but no one will come by / just to say hi / because back then I had no one / and knew not at all / why I wandered alone / confused / different / abused / down the school hall.