A Million Ways To Love Someone. Poem by Alistair Plint

Couldn't have been eleven
took to the stationary shop
with mom in the lead
A woman on a mission
like a waddling mother duck
with three little duckings in tow

(My brother was the ugly one)

We all had lists, requirements
from the school
none that made any sense
Obviously I raced my brothers
up and down the store isles
(and won, everytime)
while mom packed the trolley

While we raced, we found "cool stuff"fathomed a stealth ninja
method
of adding our "cool stuff"
to mom's trolley; undetected

Finally between the odd punch
scew ties and a kick
to the shins
The cashier anounced the total
purchased value

Without skipping a beat
mom put her hands to her mouth
like she had just seen
the worlds biggest spider
sighed, shook her head
and said

"My husband's gonna kill me! "

Not one of
the three
of us

Slept
that
night



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