Air Con

Well, it was one of those days - between th’ isolation 

’n th’ rancid heat you couldn’t win so we played easy 

peasy - Podge ’n I agreed a walk up th’ hill came as

close to being th‘ boys we reckon we’re supposed to 

be as sippin’ The Glenlivet ’n reminiscin’; he’s a wily 

dog, doesn’t drink, but don’t let it colour his thinking, 

so we do this thing at the hottest time of day - crazy, 

and when we get back okay he naturally disappears 

Sure it explains where we’re at in his estimation; I’m 

an aberration he makes space for because a mate’s 

worth the effort but when I say what’s the G. O. he’s 

unavailable, needing some R & R is all he’ll suggest, 

let me sleep in this sandpit I’ve made out of th’ hose 

you relocated - its th’ natural ‘air con’ I need 

© 19 March 2015, I. D. Carswell