There’s an H for Heaven and an H for
heartache, an N for Nina and an N for
aNgry, a D for a reD Indian Nose and
a D with an attitude, a T for a laughing
Trompie and a T for Tarzan, one F for
Fairy and one Q for queen but two S’s
and a C and CH, two A’s and two La’s
and a Le – on the Arabic Keyboard –
There is only one K which resembles a
foot from Arabian Nights in a boot; a K
is memorised by thinking of a Kitten in
charge based on a fairytale, K changes
into lightning when he is touched, there
are two W’s, one for sadness Weemoed
and the other with an attitude - I want to
escape from the feeling of guilt messing
Up my day by playing with the dancing
Arabic keyboard: the strategy’s failing,
the Internet guru says only one’s own
opinion counts which means disproval
of myself is the final verdict, I should
seek my own forgiveness - revive the
little alien in my head to ask his pardon
for my inner Alice in Wonderland who
Thought decorating a room is such fun
all concerns should fall by the wayside -
but now Alice and the Alien are both so
depressed, only confession to the Lord
& Master of the Crocodile Castle might
possibly produce the reprieve my inner
beings seek – ‘tis the sad tale of Alice
& the Alien living in translation land…
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