Some Cocktail-Sticky-Things

Some Cocktail-Sticky-Things


My mind is clogged up with
All the things I have to do
A cornucopia of a goats horn of a list
Of things to do, to do now!

Tea for the builders: one with, one without,
Water the potatoes
Goodness forgot to let the chickens out
And mind that cock,
Hes vicious, but cowardly;
The trick is never
To turn your back on him.
Collect the eggs from the broody hens
Feed and water the chicks in the dairy
(Never eat an egg again, given the stench!)
Clean the barbecue grille
Dont clean the oven; its not done anymore.
Clean the sandwich maker
Clean the toaster and the popcorn maker
Clean the dogs water bowl.
Blast out the local radio station
On the way to the store
To buy more
And that will need cleaning too.
Iron shirts: one, two, three, four.
Bury a dead starling in the bin
Tie up young sons birdhouse with twine
Wont be nested-in this year too late.
Spray the wasps nest
Spray the weeds
What is a weed?
Why is it a weed?

Hear the call of the seashore
And the sunbathing afternoon of it all
Never, nevermore to be gained
Between the hoovering and the grate
Clogged up since last February
Silently awaiting the dustpan and brush and me
Fogged up with ashes and dead birds
And spiders and empty crisp packets
And all those childhood phobias
That last into a Summertime of spring-clean.


Load the dishwasher, the washing machine-thing
The freezer, the freezer, the fridge.
Oops, somethings gone off
The chicken and the electricity
In tandem, just to fool me.
Easily done.

Buy a new rose for the watering can
Cos the hose has sprung a leak
And the strawberries look droopy,
Not to mention the roses: old and new.

Phone the doctor, check the answerphone:
Dental appointment confirmed for tomorrow
Check the chequebook, fat cheque needed
Tomorrow,
Dentists, almost as bad as vets!

Marinade the meat for the BBQ on Sunday
Meet the man who reads the meter.
Stuff that; another bill!
Make tea for the builders
Both with this time,
Now will I remember that?

Drive to see Bridget (shes our off-site ewe)
Whom we cannot move now because of;
Yes foot and mouth and more paperwork.
Shell most likely die of boredom
Or plain cussedness more paperwork.

Drive to number two sons school again
With the antihistamines he forgot again
Overhear two senior teachers in hallowed debate,
One, as if suddenly inspired, exclaims:
Well need some of those cocktail-sticky-things
Well that about sums up education!

Back in the back-yard with a cuppa
Pinky-poised to the sound of nature
I watch the ravens (just kidding),
The magpies, and imagine
Nevermore.

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[loctia1]

delightful poem with excellent rhythm of daily life!! fun and engaging.

hunter

[PoetLina]

Thank you, so glad you liked it!

[TheRavenOfPoe]

Absolutely delightful poetry! I relate to a great deal of this, hehe - I am sure it is what drives me to things like writing and reading too ;)

I appreciated the nod to Edgar's Raven too!

[PoetLina]

I should have dedicated this to you. Thanks for your comment.:-)

[tinySpectacle]

This is just excellent--I love the relentlessness of it, the rhythm, and the mixture of details. That line "And all those childhood phobias/That last into a Summertime of spring-clean" is inspired.

[PoetLina]

Thanks, Lo. You're beginning to sound like my shrink ;)

[rasberriesandcream18]

its actually good.i think its good for adukts so it MUST be for kids

[Poemsapennyeach]

I never iron....better to write poems ...as you are !

[PoetLina]

Oh wow, thanks Kabuki!

[PoetLina]

Thank you for generating peace of mind. :-)

[PoetLina]

Many thanks Tina. A poem for each persona. ISBN no. please.