Ceenoa

The ping pong balls are rattling
in the vacuum of my head
my little thoughts aren’t buzzing
the electricity is dead.

I stuck my finger in the socket
hoping to find the spark
but all i got was frizzy hair
and pictures in the dark.

I cranked up the generator
and it started with a groan
but it just run out of petrol
so you’d better all go home.

I’ve tried to think of funny stuff
some witty repartee
but it is all a big fat bluff
my brain is quite empty.

the ping pong balls have stopped now
they’re lying on the floor
I trod on one and squashed it
so there isn’t any more.

©  C Woolley 1/4/2014