Cricket

October 25, 2016 at 9:28 pm (humour, Poems, Stories) (, )

On the twenty second of October
shortly after dawn
they were curled up in their castle
when her radio alarm went off.

She didn’t have to go to work,
the moon was still in the sky,
so, What’s this? he called out.
She smiled. The cricket, she replied.

Springing forth, she grabbed jeans and tee
and caught a plane to Bangladesh.
It came as a bolt out of the blue
that she liked the game so much.

He turned over and pulled the covers
right up to his goateed chin.
My, my, he chuckled, throatily,
there is much to know about Mother.

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3 Comments

  1. nobodysreadingme said,

    Your frequent quirky charm shines through this.

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