The butterfly house

it was easy
to turn our dreams
into reality
and then our wishes all
came true,
except for you

(because you were as thick as pigshit)
we could say that to a friend,
(friends to the end)

that’s a bit of a childhood haunt
come back to haunt me

and we went up t’park
larked about
clambered up trees
to see
well,
to see what we could see,

On Saturday we’d nick a couple of bikes
from outside the prison for a lark
and up again to
Lord Williamson’s park,

all in fun
when we were
the Summer and
also the Sun.

© 2017, John Smallshaw.