HANGING THINGS
A jacket from a coat hook;
A basket full of plants.
Photos of dead relations,
From grandparents to aunts.
All these are quite acceptable,
But what really gets to me
Is a dog turd in a plastic bag
Left hanging from a tree.
I have absolutely no idea why I wrote this. I was about to go and do some Tidying Up. I can only assume that the infection in my face has burrowed its way through to my brain (I must ask doctor son about that. It's a scary thought, isn't it).
Saturday, 29 November 2014
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You sound quite normal to me but then I may not be the best person to pass an opinion.
ReplyDeleteI can never work out why folk leave bags of dog crap about. It's a really stupid habit.
I think you and I are probably equally normal, Adrian. Whatever that may be...
DeleteHow our brains work is sometimes a complete mystery... But plainly you had the tidying up thing in mind??
ReplyDeleteMaybe that was it, Pat. A the moment I'm not at all sure what my mind is doing!
DeleteMy husband reckons they leave them hanging there for the poo fairy to collect!
ReplyDeleteHope you are feeling better, Frances - you certainly sound more yourself x
Oh good! I'm so glad I've cheered some one up.
ReplyDeleteTeresa, what a lovely, whimsical man your husband must be.
ReplyDeleteDon't worry, you'll be back to normal soon. Keep amusing us in the meantime.
ReplyDeleteI'm certainly not amusing my family, Maggie!
DeleteIt's far too good a rhyme to be worrying about damage to your brain, Frances!
ReplyDeleteWell, that's good to know. Thank you,
DeleteThank you for the giggle, Frances. I do hope you are feeling better. You are still managing to put a smile on everyone's face - of which we are grateful. Thank you. All the best.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Nicola.,what a nice woman you are.
DeleteDoesn't sound like brain damage to me - just perfectly rational annoyance.
ReplyDeleteOh good. Thank you, Patsy.
DeleteMy Mum used to say that all the world's a little queer 'cept thee and me and thee's a little queer. Sounds about right to me.
ReplyDeleteHmm....thanks, Graham?
DeleteYou're welcome Frances. I'd hate to be ordinary. I spent most of my life being that.
ReplyDeleteGraham, to me you will never be ordinary. And I mean that.
DeleteWe're trying to train Bonnie to carry her own poo bags (hasn't worked yet!)
ReplyDeleteWhat a brilliant idea, Wendy. But you'd still have to do the picking up...?
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