DRAT – The electricity has just gone on the blink
An omen maybe, for here I was looking for a poetic link.
Nature sure has the upper hand in the weather stakes
A thunder storm, a crash of lightening is all it really takes
To leave us groping in the dark, in a space we should know like the back of our hand
Instead we are left flapping as If sinking in quick sand.
Eventually you find the torch – but the battery has gone flat
You throw some swears in its direction – aim a kick at the purring cat!
Which drawer in which press are the candles stored?
Eventually you find them – no matches – well good LORD.
You stumble through the darkness in the direction of the “bog”
Trip over something motionless – damn it, the bloody dog.
He must have crept in behind you when you went to the front door
He like you is afraid of lightning flashes and do you know what’s more?
The poor animal is in total shock and trembling with fright
Of what you will see just what you stepped in when eventually there’s light.
Being good at solving riddles is no help in this predicament
Then as if by magic – electricity is restored – you take a look about you utter one word – EXCREMENT.
C. J. Black∁β