Like the Dad in the Meadowfresh commercial.
His daughter off to the dairy by herself. Daddy’s girl.
To buy the milk from the friendly dairy owner.
All Chinese kids are good at maths
and are probably carrying Coronavirus
and dairy owners are compulsorily Indian-looking
and probably expert at IT.
I wish I was that clever with emoji
or emojis. Apparently it’s not settled yet.
Mum looking smugly confident if you ask me.
Dad too tough to admit his worry.
Stereotypes typed. Proper propaganda.
Who really drags a stick click
clacking across a white picket fence?
You deserve to get jump-scared by that viscous dog,
or worse.
Left a dark mark all the way along.
A scar
the full length of his car.
Skeletal shiny metal bleeding through black paint
slowly turning red
flashing lights.
Hoping my boy bounds in the door,
or even unbounding, tired, sluggish,
slightly hung-over and grunting.
The carport a hole
where my worry is parked.
yes, as Peter said…I love the ending, too. and a friendly use of stereotypes
Thanks both, Peter and Mark
Appreciate the feedback – looking forward to some enforced downtime reading and writing. Any suggestions to read? Any interest in a messaging group off-site?
Take care. Weird times.
Best ending to your poem; loved that ‘hole / where your worry is parked’, sums it up very neatly.
He came home safely ??