THE SANDS OF TIME
Times were rough for the Punch and Judy Man
this year harder by far
until with the arthritis kicking in
Samuel hit rock bottom.
With health and safety measures newly imposed
his enthusiasm for the seaside art
like the tide ebbed away.
On that fateful day
while Mr Punch, Judy, the Policeman
and The Dog were silent and stiff
Samuel drew a blade across his swazzle throat.
The children watched as the sand turned red,
thought it was part of the show,
until the parents pulled out their phones
and put the kiddies' dreams aside;
while Samuel's body remained inside
the sands of time ran out.