59/60 - Poem by Terry Donovan
Put one building block on top of another
Put another one on top of that one
And another one on at that one
Then keep adding them.
Stop and have a spoonful of condensed milk.
Keep adding blocks
Taking care, as the taller it gets
The more wobbly it gets.
Until it finally collapses
And the blocks fall down
Rolling this way and that.
Have another spoonful of condensed milk.
Roll a cigarette.
Then lie on the settee
And go to sleep.
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