Thursday 3 October 2013

a forty fourth poem...'retirement three'

Rise,10AM:
Make sure
Radio Four
Is on
For no good reason
Except..being on.
Butter scone,
Make tea,
Read Daily Telegraph
Front page,
Back three.
Think about (one day)
Owning bees.
Contemplate
Donation to charity;
Decide against,
Give instead
To the Conservative Party.
Draft letter for
Errant-son-
Number-one:
‘Call off engagement,
She’s half your wit,
Weighs a tonne’.
Signed: Your Loving Father.
Have second thoughts,
After - 
Then stamp and post
The damn thing anyway
Amidst fits of..
..Laughter.

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