I imagine him
laying there thinking
using a voice from the Goon Show
'Come on legs, get up now'
and his legs not listening
and, being him
a fiercely proud and independent man
a grown man wearing a nappy
this would soon get out of hand
There would be shouting
and he would beat his legs
with flailing fists
He would curse and yell
and beat his useless-bastard legs
or would
if he could move his arms
Published by colinhopkirk
Poet, writer, artist. Writing and performing in England, publishing anywhere. Member of Hexameter performing poets. Workshops, projects, cross-arts collaborations.
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