Pleasantry

Its not that my love’s elocution’s phrased in the 

eccentric manners of a lawnmower - or bizarre 

way of saying ‘you’ve done your bit, I’ll do mine 

too but in my style’, I’m only listening to cricket; 

while the outcome of a 50-over England versus 

Australia match isn’t the end of our mutuality, it 

tests whether I’d let Midsomer Murders be that 

difference - so she mows the lawn at 6 pm 

Oh, it is cooler then, granted, and we need not 

debate who’s cooking tea, dare I say dinner or 

am I being pedantic, of beautiful green prawns 

in stir-fry we both have pleasurable memories 

of; that we share more than we acrimoniously 

debate makes this worth its pure pleasantry 

© 1 February 2015, I. D. Carswell