Spingle, spangle, spongle, spoo!

Last night I thought (and so did you).

In our bedroom, dark and warm,

'Tree!' I breathed - or was it dawn?

Dibble, dribble, ibble, po!

'Teeth', I murmured (you said 'go').

In our bathroom, clean and cool

'Buns' I whispered, I'm no fool.

Bandage, bandage, one, two, three -

I know the silence here is me,

but in our hallway, out of sight,

you stand phoning in the night.

Damage, damage, hell on earth,

I've a secret but no worth

for up the garden path they roam

'Parcels, parcels,' I intone.

Hellish, hellish, four, five, six

As they bind me, conscience pricks

'The secret's out' I whimper small

(from in the jacket that fits all)

Bastard, bastard, seven, eight, nine -

I can tell I'm out of time.

'Doctor! Doctor! D'you hear me?

I guess I'm coming quietly'.

Copyright 2005 Angus Dewar, 17th February 2005