Dad sneezed & <br />...sneezed again. <br /> <br />The sky grew a cloud <br />just like...a pig. <br /> <br />The man on the telly said: <br />“BlahblahSWINEFLUblah! ” <br /> <br />“It can’t be swine flu! ” <br />Mum remarked frostily <br /> <br />icicles forming off of <br />her every word <br /> <br />her mouth <br />a cold cave <br /> <br />her teeth <br />all stalactites & stalagmites <br />biting off each <br />bitter word <br /> <br />with a derisive laugh <br />eyes mythically flashing <br /> <br />a modern day Circe. <br /> <br />“Your Dad was always such <br />...a pig! ” <br /> <br />“Weren’t you...my pet...weren’t you my...precious! ” <br />she chucked him under the chin <br />smiling sweetly as a dagger. <br /> <br />Dad grunted <br />scratched his crotch &...belched <br /> <br />waiting for the ad break to desist <br />& the second half of the match <br />to commence. <br /> <br />I said nothing <br />lost myself again in my Playstation.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bringing-home-the-bacon-for-bryan/
