a ninety seventh poem...'fresh air'

Janey regretted

Not having made it

Abundantly clear

To Marcus, her ex-dear,

That he was no longer a

Welcome sight

For her Carolina

Blue eyes:

First, she discovered

Him disguised

As a gardener, trimming the

Box hedges at the

End of her drive;

The following week she

Opened the door to

An overly-familiar

Looking mailman,

Waiting on all fours;

And then Marcus had

Conducted a five

Day long traffic

Survey standing in the

Street outside.

This bought

Janey out in hives,

And she filed a

Restraining order.

In court she said:

‘I did not marry

An anorak, I married

A nut-job instead’, which

Was, it seemed, true.

And ,perhaps inevitably the

Next occasion it rained,

Who should hove into view

But Marcus, deranged,

Announcing he would gladly

Wrap himself around her

Should she dare –

While he was there,

Drooling like a Doberman –

To leave the house

And seek some fresh air.