Cat did a jobby on the carpet
Mum’s not happy
Dad’s kinda snappy,
Gaffer might have to join the pigs at the market.
©Alison Jean Hankinson
Well I know this isn’t a literary masterpiece, and I now realise that it isn’t national poetry month, apparently that is in April if you are in the US, no idea about anywhere else, absolutely no idea why I thought it was March, maybe it is in March somewhere in the world. I feel I have committed now, so I will stick with having my poetry month as March this year.
In northern brogue and also in Scottish brogue, a jobby is a non offensive way of describing a whoopsie or a poop.
Light-hearted day 2 of Alison’s poetry month.
