Free Write

'For haffa pound of tuppenny rice,
I'd popya one ya weasel!'
Dream-like voices, hard boiled
as Mother Goose's eggs.
'Oh no ya wouldn't!; Mary said.
Three pigs cried 'wolf!'
outta the side of their snouts.
And the farmer's wife's knife
helped Griselda with Cindi's shoe.
All dreamt in the colour
of Disney before Television.
I felt like Jack listening
to the beans' talk.