Breakfast, dinner, tea-

different food, same dishes;

new water, same sink.

 

Each day, fresh treasure

Organic, homegrown, straight from

the cat litter tray.

 

You will never peel

the same potato again.

Alas, more will come.

 

The sole purpose for

anyone’s toaster’s crumb tray

is to upset them.

 

Once wine filled this glass,

fairy liquid and regret

have washed fun away.

 

Walk in the same stream

once; in a puddle of dog wee;

many times over.