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
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