This poem was written for Keith Channing’s Kreative Kue challenge:
All I want to do is play with my duck
but it seems as though I’m just out of luck
I’ve been picked up and squeezed by hands so strong
I don’t like it, I think it’s so rude and so wrong!
I’d tell them to stop it, but I’m tiny and young
and I can’t seem to get the right words off my tongue.
And now they are pushing me into a face
Can I not have some dignity in this place?
I know you’re my mother and she is my sister,
but can’t you understand, I don’t want to kiss her?
It’s definitely a nightmare rather than a dream
so all I can do is to start crying and scream.
Copyright: Kristian Fogarty 30th May 2020