Isn’t a mood I’ll be famous for - too damn
introspective to breed pithy puns but hey,
its mine and a bonus any-which-way you
like to think of it; so there we are, a 3 pm
G&T like natural relief from a pun paucity
suggests a slice of lemon might cake-ice
what proves otherwise unsustainable - &
we’ll survive on a whim with fable prayer
And I’ll prey easily, believe me, kneeling
in spite of knees contrition aiming to pay
off debt labelled ebullient ‘chances’ once
leant to a one & only meant to say - see
here, that’s th’ way to San Hosea where
the drinks aren’t usually this free
© 3 November 2014, I. D. Carswell
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