If You Happen To
Pass By
by Michael S.
Collins
And only if
you do. I don’t want you going out of your
way or anything; it would just be if you happened
to going in this way already. Maybe you wanted to
go to the Chippy, and decided on the one next to
the graveyard, for example, rather than the one
right next to your house. Perhaps the one next
door to you does not do Chilli sauce on their
chips. That’d be a nice treat for you,
wouldn’t it? Chilli sauce and chips.
You’d need to go to the Chip Shop by the
graveyard to get some. But I’m not trying to
force you. It’s your own decision. You are
your own man.
But, if you
happen to pass by, please let me out of this tomb.
You buried me five years ago, and I am starting
to get rather bored. I’ve read the complete
Shakespeare you buried with me cover to cover.
Any chance of something new? I’m sure
someone must have written something classic by
now.
Hope you are
well
Best wishes,
Dad.
PS –
Worms have eaten entire Amis collection. Can they
have some more? If you happen to pass by, that is.
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