You could truthfully say it was the beginning of a good
day; there were a host of things outstanding - none so
pressing an iron was needed right away, yet we got
By, the electric clippers cleaning meant a beard’s trim
wasn’t a hopeless case of cursing to th’ barbers shop,
well not this time anyway, and the trim’s nice and tidy
As a purview to getting a renewed #2 haircut as soon
as the boss lady can find time and her glasses in that
sinecure space she calls retirement, usually between
Minding th’ grandkids Tuesday ’n Wednesday & when
Midsummer Murders has a break, tho it didn’t happen
yesterday like it was supposed; but I’d’ve discovered
The clippers needed maintenance a day earlier - woe
is me, but with th’ last Super Rugby to enjoy, I wasn’t
disposed to get on the wagon a day earlier - and now
Today’s events began shaping those tasks I’d usually
loathe i.e., finding proper clothes to wear when I read
poetry at a Rest Home Remembrance Day soiree
Yes, I’d agreed to do the deed for a friend so shirts &
trousers with proper shoes had to be rediscovered in
a mood of raw rectitude caused by whose idea it was
To put ‘em somewhere else in the first place - but she
graciously locates ‘em, & irons a shirt free of creases,
before departing for her Tuesday Grandma duties
And all that’s left for me is to gee up the slow cooker
with Indian spiced vegetables to a little more éclat - I
won’t go overboard, & make it to the gate where Her
Grace awaits a morning apple offer in a resigned but
patient stance punctuated with a warm whinny - now
its time for me to get busy brushing a reefer jacket
Intended to make me look like I do readings regularly
wearing polished English-style shoes; truly I haven’t
worn ‘em in years, but I’ve never really needed to
© 31 May 2016, I. D. Carswell
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