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Guano for the Soul


When in doubt, celebrate- one of my favourite life rules. It is more cheerful than sensible.  This was not factory farmed pig, incidentally, which is why we had to wait for a bargain before we could indulge. Overall, we aim for responsible freedom, which is cheerful, sensible and affordable on a limited income. And string does make a good drawer handle, although after some years of heavy use the one on the cutlery drawer has frayed and needs replacing. 











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Easing back to tired, sitting
On a rickety chair, eyes shut
The sun rises, later than me
Bathes this weary face in light

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Quiet time, before the
Post arrives, before I vex
Over what disturbances may
Slap down on the doormat

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If just a little bit more arrives
Than departs, my guarded  
Jubilant budget will dissipate
Exasperating material frets

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Necessity has mothered some
Invention and adopted some
Attitude. We have replaced the
Broken drawer handles with string

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Inventive resources are
Guano for the soul; sit the
Baby down with a cardboard
Box and a mixing spoon

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Sharks, under the slick
Of seal blood, slide
All aqua-dynamic
Somewhere, doing shark things

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Last night’s curry was the middle
Of a triptych menu. It is flanked
Traditionally, from left to right
By roast meat and noodles

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After the roast comes pie, if not
Curry, after this, the next
Round of leftovers, if not noodles
Then rice will be expected 

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Tonight, the carbohydrate of choice
Will be potato, given the opportunity
Of half price pork. In store, we ponder,
We remember; when in doubt, celebrate

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This cheap cut of meat
Is aired overnight
The dry skin will crackle
Nothing, in death, will be disregarded
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