The whistle blower

Avidly following the sword swallower
and still wondering where it goes.

I used to swallow my words
but I haven’t done that in ages,

And it’s not that I’m always right
more often than not
I’ve got it wrong.

When I was younger
I charmed a snake charmer
was a bit older,

the snake only wised up when it
curled up in her bed for the night
and found me coiled around ner.

stories for rainy days in Baghdad.

© 2020, John Smallshaw.