CLANGERS
An accident – Scottie beamed me up
where Clangers Moon
taught me the language of whistles
fuelled my tank with vinegar and soap flakes.
Where Clangers Moon
knitted me pretty in pink,
fed me green soup from the Soup Dragons Well,
gave me a key to a dustbin lid.
Knitted me pretty in pink,
I HATE PINK!
Chained me in Blue String Pudding
sedated me with the Singing Flower Song.
I HATE PINK!
And the day glo green teases of a froglet trio.
Fuelled my tank with vinegar and soap flakes,
bubble wrapped my migration.
Val Hickman 2/10/16
Love the surrealism, Val – you’re so good at it! Oh, I really enjoyed this poem.
This is weirdly good Val. Note: you can avoid double space lines by pressing shift at the same time as enter. Enter on its own creates a paragraph break (hence the gap).