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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