Round and through the Mullberry Bush

the Meeples go,

plastic heads on plastic shoulders

with artificial smiles,

crowing as sure as a cock

at dawn as their synthetic

disguise holds no weight,

no depth,

just concealment as they sympathise

and imitate falsehood, non-neutral lies,

Meeple made, on screen reproduction,

a thumbs up, a like for the ordinary

Meeple as insincerity blends with truth;

sturdy, choke inducing, foot crippling

plastic Meeple, a token

in need to present the human face.

Ian D. Hall 2017