We now know we are saying farewell to our old
mate Podge; he’s reached the splendorous age
where even he’s engaged in the time-honoured
ritual: it may not seem the idiomatic expression
of th’ rousing times we’ve had together, but we
remember them all fondly; tho at this late stage
there’s little else we as his caring company can
engage in, & all while supplying his every whim
He’d rather sleep he professes - that comforts
better than setting precedents we’d fail to fulfil
to his standards; you never were as quick t’ th’
uptake as me, but I’m not grievin’; we are best
of buddies still, that supports me better than a
tray of T Bone steak wilfully left unchaperoned
on th’ Patio; I couldn’t see myself able t’ enjoy
th’ frivolous irony o’ that fey dream nowadays
So let me sleep m’ last few charades away; its
been a fabulous trip - I’m glad we’ve gotten to
know and fondly believe in each other, we’re a
team dedicated to each one’s benefit: &, so I’ll
leave with no regrets. Tell me - where’d y’ bury
that tray of those fantabulous T Bone steaks?
© 20 March 2018, I. D. Carswell
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