Philosophy for life
Guilty dad
Feeling bad
Leaving son
To party ‘fun’
Two hours later
The flushed victor
Allays my cares
He’s only the winner of musical chairs.
Kids eh. There’s always more to them than meets the eye. Much like particle physics, if you’re there to observe them you become quantum entangled and affect what they do. Left to his own devices in a roomful of strangers, the boy done just fine.
Making bread
It must be said
Is harder work
Than I had read:
Measure it,
Mix it,
Knead it,
Leave it,
Prod it,
Roll it,
Bake it,
Proclaim it,
In exchange:
Burnt my mouth
Straight from the oven
But silenced the kids
In quiet consumption.
Before:
Washing bowls
Scraping dough
And scouring flour
For a good half hour.
Hard labour the staff of life.
A flat tyre
Raises family ire
Can’t you fix it?
I don’t know.
Bloody modern motors
No spare wheel.
A dig in the foot well
Reveals
A poxy pump
And a bottle of goo
Which has to do
And they call this progress.
London’s New Year
Firework Show
Must have cost
A lot of dough
Spent in a flash
On a bang and a crash
Public money
Up in smoke.
But like the Olympics
It gives us hope
An amazing show
Which lifted the spirits
Big Ben bonging
And firing a broadside
The London Eye blazing
Great Catherine wheels
The sky full of sprays
And booming flowers
For ten priceless minutes
The London skyline
And everyone watching
Was lit up by firework showers.
Tramping to the shops
Passing old dog haunts
I natter with a dog lady.
Her Yorkie bitten,
‘It’s not the dogs it’s their owners’
We conclude.
Tramping back
Friendly paws climb my jeans.
Never mind,
They needed washing, I lie.
Leaving the park
Another woman asks
Where’s your dog?
Popped his clogs I say
And we natter of furry friends.
Too much responsibility she says.
Hmmm, I reckon I’ll get another,
In about seven years
When the kids don’t need walking any more.
We laugh.
Dogs get you talking
Even when they’ve gone.
Achilles & Aristotle 