Ah, steak and ale pie at the County pub
After a frolic at Wacky Warehouse
Read ‘Crime and Punishment,’ then ate my grub
Along with young Josie who when she chose
Had plumped for burger. By that time the queues
Had gone and we got served quick. Then we nipped
To Wilmslow with her scooter, as the freeze
Continued to rain snowflakes, winter-gripped
Soon afterwards, driving away, I pipped
My horn, waved goodbye, headed to the hub
Of all my arty solo endeavours
Where at least TV channels won’t get flipped
By anyone but me, and I can scrub
All tasks, all art, and enjoy mental freeze
Sun 8 Feb 2009
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