Skittles poem
Squashed skittles speckle the floor
Dancing like a dot-to-dot mixtape I count 27 by my feet There were 29 but the nurse swept one away And the other one was eaten I never knew skittles were cannibalistic This is important new life knowledge I’m glad I have my slippers on Lights are humming quietly Simon says they’re singing Stand by Me I remain unconvinced Soon I will be a speckle too Lighting up the dancefloor |
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