THE SHOPPING TRIP.
It could have been another shopping day
In just about any other Irish town
But today was different.
For lurking in the August sunshine
Was the sleeping monster -
A monster with a ticking brain
Waiting for his web to fill
Before unleashing his deadly venom.
August lives up to its name
As the Lunatic month.
The monster's friends slither away
Before the rage,
Not waiting to see the mangled party.
The toddler paddles his way through the gory pool
His dry voice finding no ears-
Oh Ma ! Oh Ma!
Omagh
Where are you?
About Me
- Jim Archer Scribbler And...
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