Parent Of A Brick
Perhaps you find a little stress too much,
And zero's what you'd rather handle, so,
Renouncing all that's cuddly to the touch,
Especially a child or pet, you go:
"No cats, no dating, I will raise a brick
That captures spores to satisfy my need
Of company—for free, through thin and thick,
Forever sparing me from mammals' greed.
A stone that doesn't roll will gather moss,
Be constant, never poo and, by the by,
Require no energy. Who gives a toss
If I've a runny nose or itchy eye
(Cuz I'm not dating)? ... I'll perfect non-ick
Kid-raising: I'm the parent of a brick!"
(First published in Light
on 2nd November, 2026 as
one of the Poems
of the Week. Story here)
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