They hadn’t bothered to give her a name when she was born.
Dom Conlon's Stories and Poetry
Mud and Dum…
One night the Stars, slippery with rain, dropped the Moon into a puddle.
I can hear my sister eating chips
and it’s getting on my nerves.
One particular purple porpoise
Taunted a turquoise tortoise.
My cake has gone missing
Have you seen it at all?
The sun is late back home today,
I see it as I wake.
The blue dress is gone and whilst I no longer want to find it, I still wear it in my dreams.