Friday, 22 November 2013

#101 - Mrs Goggins And The Mackerel Incident (bonus poem)

Nobody knows how it happened,
least of all Mrs Goggins,
licking her whiskers
over the empty mackerel tin.

It glistens golden-bronze.
If she could shrug, she would.
Someone has done a crime,
that much is certain.

Naturally, she will help find the guilty party.
Just wait a moment,
while she licks a little bit of something
off her downy white bib.

No comments:

Post a Comment