Don’t Say It Aloud

Don’t Say It Aloud
Form: Rubaiyat

It's one o'clock, we daren't be late,
all hungry kids, mum makes us wait
around the table in silent hush
'til Sunday lunch is on the plate.

A chicken roast, we're sat and shush
they have red wine, we sipped fruit crush,
while dad and knife begin to slice
it takes so long why did we rush.

To get the wishbone would be nice,
and pull it hard so wishes splice
with dreams, but don't say it aloud,
a secret wish, is sound advice..

©JGFarmer2010