Put A Sock On It

Wrapped in long white as if married to birth In a plastic box, with wheels on the bottom, There she lay, unaware of her worth Unaware of the sheer amount of hats she’d wear topped with a pom-pom. The taste of burger king and torn nails seeping from my lips. Burger King? Is that seriously what I’m talking about? First, you’ll care for princess mountaintops and intergalactic spaceships. Fast food? On a much later date – when we first pass one on a roundabout. You’re not my responsibly, not one bit. Those two unfortunate buggers next to me are. But I can say that I’d feel just slightly bad if you were to fall down a pit. A fantastical situation but one in which I’d search for you far. In every hole, crevice, nook, cranny, crack, in every bloody place I’d look. Sorry for the twisted love but give me a second and I’ll read you a book. In the hospital you lay, yes, peaceful as of yet. Our mum, recovering (to say the least) and our dad – a bit of the same. And this is only the first time we’ve met. Just waiting on the nurse to send us back from where we came. Terrified of cracking your neck, I cradled you in my arms so tense. The nurse does her rounds and makes a pitstop at beautiful old you. I wish I’d sat an earshot away – I would’ve if I had some sense. She told my parents “to put a sock on it you two.” What a way to end the visit. Well that’s a lesson for you little sister, With them two it’s never quite normal, is it? Don’t worry I know it may seem like a disaster but I promise crude jokes are worth more than Burger King and if they ever do drive you up the wall well just give me a ring.