Tic, tic, tic, tic, tic
Walking on the wooden floor –
His claws need trimming
Tic, tic, tic, tic, tic
Walking on the wooden floor –
His claws need trimming
I like to play chess
And I’m fond of haikus too –
See what I did there?
Two flies encircle
The dead rat on the shed roof
A gift from my cat
Motions of bowing
Kneeling and heads prostrated –
Sunlight through stained glass
Not much of a choice
Rhetoric and promises
Soon to be broken
The weekend’s no more
People reminiscing theirs
Office kitchen chat
Summer fades away
Cooler is the morning air –
The smell of coffee
I do love me some
BBC Radio 4 –
An old fart at heart