three strong coffees or the splendid
isolation but woe is me, did I forget
which was our National Day?
when living green, in landed hearts the
seasons tend to rule the roost while
celebrations merely lend a hand
an allergy prevented me attending
there today (for a barbeque no less)
they kindly told me where and when
I’m advised as I sneeze vigorously, a
wet disclaimer of teary eyes; good
heavens, how could I forget!
© 19 January 2010, I. D. Carswell
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