Poem: Squid on a Stick – 19/09/19

on September 19, 2019January 23, 2020 By Lauren M. Hancock

 Squid on a stick?
 Urgh, it makes me sick!
 Who thought it wise this appalling culinary treat should be presented to me?
  
 I cannot fathom how he is still living, breathing and smiling,
 Snackery with a pleasant, calm expression,  
 Projected toward me. 
  
 What will I do?
 How will the host comprehend? 
 That the meal she is serving is better off without its sublimely grotesquely living head?
  
 Boy, it creeps me out,
 Ever-so-much, that I’d best throw this treat in the dust of the street,
 From the street food vendor who sometimes we cannot trust completely.
  
 Now Squid wriggles from his stick,
 Freedom to him!
 With a sly glance over his shoulder, I know he’s thanking me.