Where was it?
Unless he did it by the book
it would be useless.
He needed his mother’s wisdom
her lack of attention to detail.
He knelt to pray
whistled their theme tune.
♫ Hold on ...
… while longer ♫♪
And she came, told him how
to make a Fiona Fricassée
without the head he’d lost.
© Sophia Roberts
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