Monday, 8 September 2014

a thirteenth new poem...'steggo'

For Steggo (Simon to his
Mum) the number
Thirteen was unlucky.
Then again, so was every
Other – he’d played
Bingo all his life (with
His mother), had never
Won so much as a
Miniature bottle of
Shampoo, not even
A fridge magnet,
Or a karaoke version of
California Blue

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