.
there’s one in the shop window
who makes eyes at my family
.
they toss the idea of him into conversations
and I hiss like a hot wok dad’s-joke
to move on
.
the manipulation of cute
how could you deprive them
.
a conspiracy of retracted calls can we pleeeease
has stretched in the kitchen for two years now
maybe it’s time
.
I move us all back to that country I love
where cats are delicious
.
.
.
Go on, send me angry mail. I’ll eat it all.
note: nothing was harmed in the making of this poem
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Love it mate… gave me a good belly laugh.
Thought it might G. Glad you could see the funny side. By the way, they bought one.