Yig and Yog
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This poem is included in my Book/eBook ‘Clive’s Uni-Verse – A Cornishman’s take on life’. Published by Olympia Publishers in Jan 2022.
There were two bottles of milk
Their names Yig and Yog,
Who planned a daring escape
In the early morning fog.
Forced to become cereal killers,
The mere thought; made their white blood curdle,
As they struggled to free themselves
From their plastic milk-crate girdle.
Yig said to Yog:
"If you make it to the newspapers,
Tell 'em everything that's passed-your-eyes,
How the TV adverts with the happy bottles
Are all just propaganda – lies."
They managed to wriggle free of the crate,
And they then jumped off the float,
Even though the other bottles s-creamed:
"No! ... be careful! ... Don't!"
They hit the road with an awful smash, and
Then rolled out of control in the dirt,
The next day ... the news headlines read:
YIG DEAD and YOG HURT.
Copyright © Clive Blake | Year Posted 2022
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