The Inkwell

With Christmas drawing to an end, I thought I might share this piece I wrote for the Great British Write Off, hosted by Forward Poetry to get you in the mood for warmer spells.

Little Jim’s done something very bad!

He played a trick on his Mum and Dad,

enjoying an extra seaside tea –

Wolfing down the fillings with some glee.

It would not been as bad, before –

If bread had not met seaside floor.

And so, the butties, once so grand

have fillings that are mainly – Sand.

To avoid detection, he will sit

by the sandwiches – now full of grit

Whilst Mum and Dad wonders, what’s hiding in their tea?

That extra filling that’s come from the sea.