I’ve been thinking about my mum today. She died in 2018 of old age. I was doing the 100 things list where you think about a subject and try to write 100 words or sentences to do with the subject. Repetition is allowed. As you get towards the higher numbers you dig deep into your subconscious. I only made it to 46 things to do with my mum but this poem came out of the exercise.
“My mum loved chickens, canaries, budgies and ducks.
She loved any animal that tweets, squawks or clucks.
Except for vultures, she hated those fucks.”
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