Hiding under squares
beating around the bush
Smiling Weetabixes are
shredded by arrows
girating to manic tunes
of doo-dahs and bouncy hair
Sometimes someone holds a perfect pitchfork!
The Devil takes no prisoners!
It’s good – but it’s not right
I do not understand the ways
of that tele programme Catchphrase!
My daughter seems to be tuned in.
I see nothing apart from Weetabix.
If there is such a thing as a Catchphrase thesis
or you have a theory of why my brain does not work, please do share.
(The weetabix is now back in the box awaiting breakfasting,
the famous legs will be re-used)