I had a rubber dagger when young.
The blade bent over, it would not hurt anyone.
I showed it to my father, his face went stern.
I bent the blade over, he had a lot to learn.
My father didn’t like us pointing toy guns at each other, sister or brother.
He took them away but our mother gave them back to us to play.
That was another day.
I wish all daggers were made of rubber.
As sure as a whale has blubber.
16th September, 2016