Saturday, 4 October 2025

Boiler

 

Boiler

 

Often you find you find yourself explaining

why here and there is not the same,

dissimilar in many similar respects

to bears of very little brain

who might find themselves stuck

and used as your convenient towel horse.

Deploy the legs - something seldom said

in my house – and you might abhor

her suggestion of a spreader bar

but Cheryl winked that time she was pissed,

and said it was on her bucket list.

And here – well, you need an Air Con,

disseminating something vaguely fresh,

somewhat cool while desert fills your chest,

you’re coughing up sand, which is wrong

and you know it, still you play along.

Over there? The boiler’s broken, last legs,

holds her hand out and begs,

you know you’re down to the very dregs,

but you keep pinning up towels with pegs.




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