This day began in a novel way - the suggestion
advanced initially decreed a state of unbiassed
unanimity, which, after cappuccino number two
was never in doubt - so plans where examined,
without rancour or dissent, and ideas advanced
as to how we’d cope productively with the early
morning cool; after a month of extreme heat its
fool’s paradise to not snatch an advantage - so
The ute gets to play centre-piece in an intricate
scheme to remove cursed lantana sprayed and
thoroughly dead, boss Lady’s efforts had paid a
handsome dividend; - and off we go, with ropes
we plan to use to tow the blimmin’ weeds out of
the ground - while singing hallelujah out loud -
Bugger me, it actually worked, & we’re proud of
the morning’s punitive effort’s effect on th’ weed
we putatively love to hate; believe me mate, it’ll
take more’n a miracle for them beggars to grow
back; meantime we can pray for rain, or wait for
the return of Winter’s ingenuous magnanimity
© 16 February 2017, I. D. Carswell
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