You think you’ve a handle on excess -
and along comes Ms Unimpeachable
t’ crock it’s hoop; doesn’t take much to
knock plans askew. So sly burrowing’s
fruitless and you need a fallback plan;
one you concede hopefully as a splint
for her milder rebuke - but she doesn’t
question, What’re you really doing? is
unsaid. You glibly protest - I am dicing
mangoes, with mobs of ‘em left I’ve an
idea to make beer with some, but then
your mango chutney’s okay too!
© 1 February 2014, I. D. Carswell
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