Agreeing I’m being manipulated is just the
beginning; Saturday’s proclamation stated
Podge isn’t into lamb unless its cooked, &
were he consulted, barbecued preferably
OK, I get the drift; in his dotage there’s an
anima of effortless eccentricity which we’d
no doubt contributed to - he’s part Human,
at least in mutually capricious crankiness
But The Beast won another Logie with his
diffidence to that cricket-ball-sized minced
meat he was offered for tea; the gaze said
‘its raw; c’mon mate, waddaya doin’ here!’
Cooking it obviously’s th’ only rejoinder he
would countenance, so we complete deed,
& game, set and match to specification; for
a moment it looked like he disagreed - but
Two trips to the food bowl dispatched what
he’s managed to make his raison d’être
© 15 May 2017, I. D. Carswell
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