Poet Authority Poem Terminal

Frank's mother was disgusted.

She couldn't believe he came out of her.

'That face?' she said.

'There must have been a mistake at the hospital.

Or it's your fault'

She gestured at her husband.

Frank asked her to stop saying that sort of thing.

'When you stop having that face.'

She would reply.

40 years seemed like plenty of time to get over it.

Which he wanted to call Sellotape but was trying to avoid brand names.

Anyway, he planned to climb a building.

A bit like Spider-Man.

A lot like Spider-Man really.

It didn't work though.

So he ended up having to walk around.

Said Vera.

Kenneth was furious.

She might be right.

But she shouldn't know that.

Something was lost after the name change.

Quirky Protagonist and their sidekick Cute Animal,

Established that together,

Together they would save the world.

Some pop music played.

And ultimately they ended up saving the world.

As in walked not danced.

That was it for Hugh.

He would bring the dinosaurs back.

He would start the theme park.

He would do it right.

She was glad she was alone.

James didn't deserve any Hobnobs.

She ate another Hobnob.

Yes.

This was fine.

Wesley and Wendy discussed their favourite shapes.

Wesley picked triangles.

Wendy preferred squares.

Police got involved.

A knife was retrieved from the scene.

Franz sat down.

'I'm not thirsty'

Said Franz.

They sat in silence.

Debbie occasionally sipped on her coffee.

Franz sniffed at the air.

'And I don't really like the smell of coffee'

He offered a few minutes later.

Billiam texted his former girlfriend Mary.

'But I think I went the wrong way.

Where do you live again?'

The message was met with silence.

Icy silence.

Probably.

Throwing out compliments as he went.

You know,

Just because he was just a great guy.

Well he recorded it.

And put it on the internet.

But he'd definitely be doing it anyway.

He offered some to his girlfriend.

She accepted.

From then on Burt resented her.

Flies were making his home their home.

He moved outside.

'How do you like it?'

He screamed into the infested sky. 

He forgot about this.

When they arrived he had to find somewhere to keep his goats.

He messaged some friends.

"Does anyone have anywhere to store these goats?"

Not a single reply.

He sent the message again with a few more question marks.

Bert considered the winter months.

This is why he acquired a scarf.

He laid it across the kitchen table.

Touched it.

Felt radiant in his preparedness.

She was attempting a combination of entering and recovering passwords.

He asked if they were aware of the state of the roads and that sort of thing.

Then he went ahead and added 'activist' to his social media biography.

It would turn his dog into the size of an elephant.

But it didn't work.