On the tiles

Who could spend any more
than the evening before
when the morning finds you
looking like this?

I could have given it a miss
stayed in with the cats
played blind man’s buff and
driven myself bats

but I took the plunge
because I’m brave.

Money all gone and yet
is still here.
all very queer
I think.

Christmas is coming
so are the bills
than God for the Doctor
his little blue pills.

But we don’t need them
do we?

we need a tree
some candles
(fork handles)
as Ronnie said

I’m off to bed

© 2017, John Smallshaw.