Lament of the Cheerio




Watch me drop on the


Go on, carry on just sitting

there – looking at me.


I suppose you’ll tread on me


later and not even notice


my saturated remains being subjected to further torture when squished


into the carpet by your husband’s heel.



I’m covered in dribbles of saliva.


Your daughter spat me … out.


Discarded me.


Said I was soggy with old milk.


Nothing I can do


about the deafening




as she snaps up a fresher fancy.



Don’t waste your time


Analysing the ‘contents’ on my … throwaway home.


Go on.


Stick it in the blue bin.



You don’t care about me.


You said ‘Cheerio’ to my mates and sucked them up your enormous vacuum cleaner and left me




no longer sodden


but disparate


dried up


in p i e  c    e          s.
Copyright owned by Jay Cool

Source: Image of ‘Cheerio on a Journey’ is available as a Creative Commons image licensed for reuse, by the photographer Sam Bald.


Published by The Silly-Savvy Salopian

Freelance writer and descendant of the cave dweller and outlaw, Humphrey Kynaston. Banished from Shropshire for my eccentricity, I have made my home in Suffolk. I write poetry, short stories, travel journals, comedy gig reviews and non-fiction articles. My wish is to write my way back into the heart of my birth land. All writing commissions (and free holidays in Shropshire!) considered.

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