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.