Unfathomable

'Glass' image courtesy of Pixabay.com
Look into me and rejoice!

I am like nothing you have ever fathomed -

as sharp as a slosh of vodka, infused

with a wonky frown.

And there, from my core, gaze the bubbles of fizz;

eyeballs that squint through the haze,

as they hey-nonny-nonny out the depths of my tummy

flying fast into bullet-shot loon.



Copyright owned by none other than Jay Cool, November 2018

Inspired by an unfathomable reading of 'Simon the Good' , by Joelle McSweeney, topped off with a glass of Tesco's own 'Grand Vin de Bordeaux'.



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