Was definitely tempted t’ a glass of grog at two
pm on Tuesday, decided tho I may be able t’ re-
negotiate on the deal later; we’re not sweltering
like our mates up the Coast aways - th’ La Nina
effect off our Southern oceans plays havoc with
what you’d like to call normal weather patterns;
in 90 years or more they ain’t been that way th’
old folks insist, before we hush ‘em up passing
a large glass of the coolest draught we’ve kept
aside for such emergencies; what’s this, they’ll
begin t’ protest - until a slice o’ lemon appears;
aha, bloody good, a cocktail - & sipping begins
with well-remembered vengeance; ’tis from the
age when ‘air conditioning’ was a beer in hand
th’ oldies claim; and then we reminisce without
fear or favour & while all are savouring th’ calm
we pose th’ question whether global warming’s
on th’ rise again; what, is another damn looney
election on th' agenda they protest, as if about
to wrestle the proposer into submission before
the supply of beer runs dry; y’ know, that topic
flies on one wing only when politicians lie their
way into another mega-bloody pay-increase …
© 12 December 2017, I. D. Carswell
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