No, not a solo barbecue, there were two of
us, me admittedly being junior partner and
alfresco-food-doyen Podge ruling on menu
his view’s anything done BBQ’ed’s OK - the
long & short of it’s he’s the gov’nor - though
today he’ll admit being too easily distracted
he likes it hot off the embers thus Moroccan
flavoured potato wedges were an ace in the
hole - though his taste’s more cosmopolitan
he played a full role sating immediate needs
before realising T-bone steaks weren’t even
on - and he’d been conned too obviously
but you’d agree, classy for a dog, he coped
with aplomb - ensured the leftover account
was administered with stringent propriety
he’s now sacked out snoring, purporting the
dottle was his original idea - it probably was;
so tomorrow he can refill the gas bottle
© 25 November 2014, I. D. Carswell
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