SPITTING ON
CRACKED GLASS
As the evening drew in
Tightly, like a bulging bag
Of gold, tied with a tattered pink ribbon
The conversation melted
Into Chocolate Sauce
The staged ideas and visual projections
Were scooped up by the curate
And placed like pearl molecules
Sliding off a glass plate
And then in a corner of the room the Host
Danced towards the cupboard
Sanding down the floorboards
With his specially adapted
Shoes and snatched a rather smug
Looking glass bowl from its
Pompous perch
Alas with such universal enthusiasm
It slipped his grasp and kissed
The floor, smashing into
“A Thousand Islands”
An explosion of laughter and saliva
Consumed the air
And droplets of spag
Missiled towards the damage
Thus lending itself
To the writer’s pen
This narrative:
“Spitting on Cracked Glass”.
Written by Fiona Munro
Based on real life events
At 239 Bingley Road
23rd July 2003
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