Tracy WatsonBrown

Rookie - 0 Points (1968 / Wakefield)

Breakfast Time 7.30am - Poem by Tracy WatsonBrown

I add mayo to prawns.
Stirring, the squelch of fish on sauce is satisfying.
You eat breakfast.
A blob on the bread spreads with difficulty.
You read the newspaper.
Foil prepared, I fiddle for a knife-
'I can't hear the radio' you say.
'This is your sandwich' I think.
I mutter 'I am making your effing sandwich! '
And I don't throw the knife
But I hope a prawn chokes you.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, May 19, 2011

Poem Edited: Friday, May 20, 2011


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