Amusements at the end of the pier

Count coup
that’s what the Apache do
meanwhile
I’m counting Cadbury’s buttons.

I am also counting on this ending soon
which is like counting how many buttons
make up Button Moon.

My sanity is holding onto my quiff
held by the wind on the edge
of this cliff,

Killing time doesn’t make me a murderer
but the judge gave me twenty-five years,
time to take stock when I get over the shock
fifty two buttons in a pack not counting the
ones that I ate.

© 2020, John Smallshaw.