TINSEL ATTACK
My poem is about leading the reader down the wrong track, and shows how easy it is to trick them into gaining the wrong perception. The penny doesn't drop until the final verse when they realise they have been manipulated.
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I was busy decorating the Christmas tree
Carefully placing tinsel and baubles all around
Although I had an energetic 4 year old in the living room
I couldn't hear a single sound
I was busy decorating the Christmas tree
Carefully placing tinsel and baubles all around
Although I had an energetic 4 year old in the living room
I couldn't hear a single sound
By the time I got to laying the lights
Curiosity made me investigate
She was sitting at the bottom of the staires
Looking sad and forlorn and desperate
She had been playing with the tinsel
And put it in her mouth
I could hear her start to choke
As she tried to regurgitate it out
She had sucked it up too hard
Causing it to slide down her throat
The chances of her getting it out herself
Were nothing short of remote
What have you done you silly girl
She was staring at me intensely
She couldn't talk as her mouth was full of tinsel
Being the point of entry
I gave the tinsel a tiny pull but it wouldn't move
It was tangled up inside her tummy
I could see in her eyes she was scared
Please do something to help me Mummy
I put in an urgent phone call
To someone who would know more than me
She could hear the fear in my voice
As I pleaded my case desperately
There's nothing you can do
If it's gone down further than her mouth
You will have to have patience and wait till tomorrow
And pray to God the other end it comes out
I retrieved a pair of scissors and cut it
Fearing she would panic and suck in more
I picked her up and gave her a cuddle
Her little throat must have been so raw
And lo and behold the following day it was out
I heaved a sigh of relief
I wasn't shocked or surprised at this dilemma
She had always been full of mischief
The reason this story just came to mind
Is because Billy keeps chasing the cotton
The memory of this happening to a previous fur-baby
Has never been forgotten
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