By Martin J. Sabine
They bundled him through the door separating him, he was being sorted out, they'd put the dirt
on him rinsed him of everything, this was way past cool he was near to boiling point, how could
this have happened? Round and round he went until he was in a right lather and then they
rinsed him some more, it was like some vicious cycle a never ending beat of a drum, he was in
a spin with no way out and then he tumbled they'd taken him to the cleaners, then hung him out
to dry.
Epilogue :
He'd been part of the programme, they'd ironed out the creases bent and folded him into shape,
it was easy he'd been labelled from the start and here he was, one of many on the outside, top
of the pile a fresh start ahead of him and waiting to be collected. He'd had his collar felt that's
for sure, would he stay clean....Well we’ll have to wait and see.
© M.J.Sabine 2018
EDITOR'S NOTE
A recent birthday boy and curry lover, Martin has us guessing again, the dirty boy...