SQUASH
He lived
Breathed
Played
And ate
Squash
He was
Just one
Soul
One of many
Squashed away
By the many voices
Of the world
His lungs were
Squashed by
His tiny torso
And left him struggling to breathe
He didn’t like
Tennis
He preferred squash
And so he played it
His mum
Forced him
To eat all sorts
Of funny things
Squash, one of them
He lived
Breathed
Played
And ate
Squash
