The good bit’s there’s no need t’ pontificate, its
like teeing off & repeating the swing elaborately
while the ball’s already lying on the green - but,
and I’m no golfer, there’s th’ scene where those
gratuitous oohs & aahs stream from the stroke -
like a bunch of fans incapable of surceasing the
fixed etiquette because it is too demeaning - so
I’m into revisiting th’ tar-jay parody of yesterday
We went shopping at Target. Yeah, there’s really
fair truth in the belief you’d be getting what you
want fo' incontestably less than boutique prices
you’d have to pay elsewhere; tho I suppose that
depends on which goods you’re after. It was pjs
in my case, yet we’d looked in Woollies and left
empty-handed, so off to Tar jay. Within 10 mins
th’ deed was done and we’d found the goods t’
suit th’ need - which was right next to our Cafe,
so we could sit, sip & read the morning papers,
relaxed in th’ decadently sophisticated way we
will bling as being th’ irrefutable Tar-jay thing
© 5 June 2018, I. D. Carswell
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