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Funny that way

An Irish curse, an evil eye
and a packet of prawn heads wrapped up

in The Sun came home to roost:
the albatross round my neck had twins

and the world was a carnival trick:
the penny dropped, the balloon went up,

all ordinaries collapsed. A military band
with your name attached marched in

through a hole in my head.
Heart in déshabillé, mind in a sling,

and horoscope stuck on hold, I discovered
life wasn’t fun for a zombie.

How else explain how it is to be caught
in the rabbit trap called love?