Wasn’t entirely wasted, while a dearth of patience
near scuttled our ship-fast progress we sailed in a
blue assurance that we knew what we were doing
The easy bit’s making the special chutney or jam;
be assured, no ‘technical misfeasance’ there, yet,
& said tongue in cheek, let’s await the applause
You ever tried to print jam jar labels; you intend to
do the right thing, clearly list the ingredients so all
buyers know what’s in it and who to blame, but -
Where the hell is a set of easily deciphered rules
to create labels that actually fit your template; the
irony is there’s no lack of suggestions available -
Many more than any potential recipe differences
you’d arbitrate upon without qualm, and that’s an
undeniable, non-technical jurisdictional capacity
Where you are right without question, but a label
is a one-sided piece of sticky tape whose reading
area is unerasable as well as profoundly chaste
So you print 40 test pages before you get to one
that is almost there, & no joy of accomplishment
lifts your spirits, you’re staring at bedlam’s bait
All this for a jar of jam, it can hardly be worth the
straights of angst you try to say - and press print
with frozen breath, and - hollah, we live again!
© 17 November 2014, I. D. Carswell
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