Giving up Smokey
Yesterday I locked the monkey in the cage,
Oh how it shrieked and wailed,
“Friend,” it tried,
“Why do you turn your back on me?”
“I’m sorry”,
Came my reply, humble,
As I bumbled along with my day.
The primate grew louder and louder,
Crying hardest at breakfast and midday
Smokey’s “walkies” time,
To keep its appetite at bay.
I felt agitated to keep my ally locked in,
But my mind’s made up,
In deference of another friend’s way.
My pet isn’t all bad,
She helps my mind gather its paces,
Relax for a few minutes…
To ponder and to dote,
Even to escape bad company,
“Excuse me, I’m just going out for a smoke.”
“But Smokeys’ no good for you mate,
You know that,
She’s infected and ransacked the temple
That’s starting to crack.”
“I know and I have left her Will,
I just wish she’d stop howling,
Stop making me ill.”
God I want a cigarette.
George Ide Phillips Solicitors 2011
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