These are a few of my least favourite things:
Waiting for wife to do hair and make-up;
The hound of music, Julie Andrews, sings;
Clearing cat litter trays, and washing up.
Boring boss talking at the pub table;
Peas rolling off plate, down the sofa’s side;
Early to bed, completely unable
To sleep, worried I might miss the train ride.
The misplaced sarcasm of the police;
The judges who don’t think that I’m Shakespeare;
Being hissed at by groups of nasty geese,
And when something I’ve ordered isn’t here.
This could be sonnet one of a hundred
Such lists of things into which I’ve blundered…
Mon 13 Nov 2006
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