my son told me he likes Beyonce's new song, 16 cabbages
it is good
and he's got imaginary games of cricket
being played in his head
he tells me the score
and what the pitch is like
in his head
in an attempt to find that innocence again
i started doing the same
so that when i'm at work
i'm not really there
but on that cricket pitch
in my head
i told my friend about it
he told me about how he met his wife
at a single's night
to his surprise
as he thought she was at home
looking after the kids
Copyright © Christopher Allen | Year Posted 2024
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