Not an afternoon you’ll remember with affection, the
midges sorely saw to that; they were giving, as only
they can - their love and commiseration - bit like an
overdose of rawly applied fan-club accolades which
abrade rather than trigger ego enhancements; what
we need’s effusive buzzing - not possessive caress
ending in rabid itching - or suggesting skin grafts to
go - but, OK, we’ll spray repellant, tho’ reluctantly
We don’t need reminding we’re the objects of your
dire passion - but just heed this - until today you’ve
only bothered me with your fey discrimination, why
are you indiscreetly plying my Lady who has never
complained before - she’s abandoned her Brazilian
Chair for a safer lounge seat where TV’s available
And a can of Mace for Midges is close at hand
© 20 September 2016, I. D. Carswell Its actually Aussie Deet, but never mind...
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