Thanks to Luucy
With the two Us in her name
Dylan was deeply disturbed
To discover over lunch
That iceberg lettuces
Do not in fact come
From the North Pole
Or even the South
So what on Earth then
Was this in his mouth?
The thought he’d been duped yet again
By another manmade connivance
Had Dylan inwardly question
The nature of this strange World
Into which he’d been involuntarily thrust
Screaming and wailing
Through traumatic turmoil
Only to be faced
With this ongoing shit-show
The thought made Dylan throw up
All across the table
And of course everything that hitherto
Had lain perfectly upon it
Such as Luucy with the two Us’ silk gloves
Salad and cell phone
Something explaining why
She no longer desired to eat
Nor for that matter wanted to call anyone
Or, and most especially of all
Ever see Dylan anymore
A bit of a troublesome idea
He being her son of just four

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Thanks for reading

N. P. Ryan

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With thanks to Gabriel Mihalcea for use of the header image (licensing).