Dear Agony Aunt
I believe I’m losing my mind
I’ve started to believe in nightmares
Boris as PM and Gove Deputy
These nightmares are becoming daily prayers
The first one landed on my bed and pinned me to the sheets
at precisely 6am on 24 June
Please can you prescribe an anti-inflammatory
Please can you section me
Please can you confine me
to this green and pleasant land
I am busy writing a book for publication so will not be posting so often from now on. I will try and post something once a month though! ‘Weddings’ was the topic for my writers’ group this week.
I can’t remember any church bell
but imagine we drank many a toast.
You danced and pranced like a young gazelle
but I recall snorting candy the most.
I can’t remember giving you a ring
but can see your purple wedding dress.
You said you didn’t want a freaky fling
I said these days we couldn’t care less.
I admired your beautiful blue eyes,
you said you’d travelled fast and so far,
I wondered if you often told lies,
we sped home in a spanking new car.
I caressed your shapely malachite ears
but wondered how you saw with three eyes,
you told me you’d travelled ninety light years
from a world of terrible red skies.