.5. Sinking Feeling Poem by David Threadgold

Our cosy little village
It’s pond with ducks and drakes
Until our local milkman
Had trouble with his brakes

He’d dropped a pint at number two
Three pints at number four
He tried to stop at number six
But shot straight past the door

The float just kept on rolling
Bottles clattered in their crates
The butcher and the baker watched
And kids with all their mates

It started picking up more speed
Our milkman was in panic
And when it reached our lovely pond
It sank just like Titanic

Yoghurts and large tubs of cream
Floated like a raft
The milkman swam between the ducks
While everyone just laughed


© 2008 David Threadgold
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