Sweet Mush
by Ruth Dixon
I didn’t know the new bird all that well,
She wore tight strides, a trilby, you could tell,
That she was sound,
We just hadn’t found our common ground.
We tried to talk once or twice praps more,
But our wires crossed, eventually it bore,
Between us a divide,
Silly when for hours sat side by side.
Until one day when I came out the loo,
She reached inside her bag, I’d not a clue,
What would emerge,
But when I saw I also got the urge.
She clocked my beady eyes and gave a nod
Offered up her fruit it wasn’t odd
That we should type
Sharing her banana bite by bite
And now it’s like we’re making up lost time,
Peeling, laughing, chomping, it’s a sign,
Of sisterhood in hand,
Sweet mush, let’s all go down the strand!