Lights Out

JB & BJ Grim

For hours on end I can get hooked inside the pages of a book: my eyes get glued in fixed array as I can’t tear myself away; my hands are bound to front and back by pirates who make sneak attack upon the ship I sail upon. My legs get stiff, I cannot run ‘cos pirates hold a musket gun up to my head, “I’m almost done,” I say half dazed unto my Mum who says, “Lights out!” and stops my fun.