Monday, 25 May 2009

MONDAY 25th MAY 2009.

It’s jealousy central in here this morning
As our two mongrels vie for attention
On the bed and eventually kick me
Out of it in time to get fed and watered.

There’s a television riven down the
Middle by the meddling of children
Who can’t decide which channel’s
Worth the prize of their attention.

The missus is split between getting
Dressed before or after lunch, and
Settles for the latter by which time
The supper’s due and she’s moored,

And I’m undecided why I ever cried
My way back into her arms, but then
I lay in them and realize the sides of
Such issues are not always clear cut.

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