A poem a day. #I

A DISGUSTING F****ED UP POEM (on the state of our rivers).

 

Is that Turd I can see

Floating down the river?

Maybe a discarded tissue?

A lunchbox piece of liver?

 

There’s some toilet paper

Someone’s used condom

Brings back sexy memories

Of moments now long gone.

 

Like a magic sail past

All drifting out to sea

This time tomorrow morning

Where on earth will they be?

 

A snake-like bloodied bandage

A hospital repair

Isn’t that a toupee?

Someone’s lost their hair.

 

There.

A ripe banana

Plus selected fruit all vying to be seen.

And look…there’s your favourite colour

It is?

Isn’t it?

GREEN?

 

And see,

here come the animals

Some alive oh what amazing luck

Oh no, wait one sadly, tear-stained second

Isn’t that a rotting duck?

 

Now.

if you’re really lucky

You’ll spot a suicide

Floating along so gracefully

More balletic now they’ve died.

I’m sorry it ended like that for him

I’ve stopped to show respect.

I’ll wait for him to float on by

Before I go for my daily swim.