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pomesMany balls
The child, the school, the tutor,
The SENCO and the friend
The plan to help the day to start
And tidy up its end.
Knives
The cat has cancer
And is dying of old age
And turns to tear his stitches out
In bitter, housebound rage.
Bricks
Below the bathtub
The burst hot-water flood
The flooring to be torn up
Dried out, replaced, made good
Pills
I skip the little vitamins
Take those to slow my heart
And steer clear of the pain relief,
Just too afraid to start.
The child, the school, the tutor,
The SENCO and the friend
The plan to help the day to start
And tidy up its end.
Knives
The cat has cancer
And is dying of old age
And turns to tear his stitches out
In bitter, housebound rage.
Bricks
Below the bathtub
The burst hot-water flood
The flooring to be torn up
Dried out, replaced, made good
Pills
I skip the little vitamins
Take those to slow my heart
And steer clear of the pain relief,
Just too afraid to start.
