There are days when life seems set on hold
With nothing but the sheets to fold
Or plants to water, fridge to clean
Or hours in front of TV screen.
Time seems to drag, the phone is still,
No mail, not even one small bill
Just hours and hours to contemplate
The world in such a parlous state.
So a honking horn in our retreat
Caused mild excitement in the street
A huge black car had parked outside
Blocking access to our drive.
My neighbour could not wait all day
So a truck soon towed the car away
The whole thing happened very fast
Live entertainment here at last!
Three policemen all in navy blue
Stood on the corner watching too.
The driver soon will pull a face
When he comes back and finds no trace
Of his vehicle in this lonely spot.
Did I say lonely? It is not!
Garages are at a premium here
So we fight to keep our access clear!
(written in 2007)
(c) Poet in the woods 2013