247. ankle-biters
she’s gone back
to her mother again
bleating
about this & that
about how our kid’s got
a chip on his shoulder
– the vet put it in there,
with a little persuasion –
but I must admit
it plays havoc at the Asda checkout
& the scanners at the airport
but that’s no reason
to throw a wobbler.
I’m going to get him bar-coded next
unless social services gets here first.