Keep The Pumice Clean

Not the sort of Saturday you’d hold a candle to, 

but then we’d barely raised it’s angle where the 

broom’s accustomed to; thankfully - the footy’s 

really watchable - and even if we’ve seen some 

games on live, that was yesterday, so watching 

‘em again still thrives as viable when rubbish is 

your last resort - but then the Fox TV idea asks 

who you’d wanna see again, & that’s ok for me 

So, with my glass of chardonnay, I’m free those 

curses resting where the broom abides; if webs 

and dust survive the plague, then I’ll survive it’s 

anarchy, we’re semi-blessed by being less akin 

t’ what th’ rest redress as standard’s safely ask; 

who’d want the task to keep the pumice clean 

© 29 July 2018, I. D. Carswell