Monday 16 November 2009

1169 - Death of a fridge

New boss at work today, name of Joanne
Got in late after trying to defrost
My fridge; punctured it with a knife. How can
I find a new one quickly at low cost?
Will have to live out of tins; my milk must
From now on be long-life (tastes terrible)
Just as well that new lodger guy has missed
His appointment to view the flat; was full
Of puddles and defrosting food. But still,
Tonight went to the writing group, Bolton
A new Irish guy was there who seems most
Keen on poetry and music. Now will
I get straight to sleep? It’s Northern Ireland
And a meeting at ten tomorrow. Christ!

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