Well I have decided to do it....
made a cup of finest Chinese tea
(not the usual treacle textured deep
black coffee in a large stained mug),
placed a polished vase of pure white
aromatic Lilies on the desk,
exiled the ashtray and cigarettes
to outside on the windowsill,
put on my CD of Pachalbel’s Canon,
tied up the cat’s feet with
a large ball of wool,
given my wife a Louis Vuitton catalogue
to look through,
(more effective than immobilising her
with the knitting needles),
slipped into the softest hypoallergenic
fleece top and jogging trousers,
applied a liberal dose of fragrant
underarm deodorant,
neatly trimmed my fingernails
and rubbed in the finest Aloe Vera
hand cream:
Now I am ready to write that
all time superb Poem,
(but I have forgotten what it was
going to be about.)
Think I'll get some cream cake...
this made me cry laughing. so good. something to do with my ass hitting a chair- makes all the poems vanish out my head. they survive work, tesco and all the rest of it- but bum to chair contact? nope. i love this one- it IS superb.