Mum Cat, Dad Dog.

Mum was cat mad when I was a kid.
In the morning, before I left for school,
She’d be in the kitchen, wearing her cat mask.
Often, she’d be making me an egg-based breakfast.

The mouth on the mask, totally fixed.
Had no moving parts in the construction.
This meant her voice always sounded really muffled.
I’d just nod my head and smile whenever she spoke to me.

Dad was dog mad, wearing a dog mask.
He’d be sat there, at the far end of the table,
Ignoring me, reading his morning tabloid newspaper.
Often, he barked really loudly and my mum she’d hiss back.

I always walked myself to school.

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