Thursday, 27 August 2020

As the Lights go Down


As the Lights go Down ©
By Michael Casey

As the lights go down, I switch the lamp on in the living room
I pile my cushions high on the sofa really to hold my bulk
Then  I’ll switch the tv on, ready to entertain me
I should have bought a taller sofa, so instead I pile all the cushions high
My kids tell me off, but I say the sofa’s for me not me for the sofa
So they cannot even sit  next to me but are relegated to another chair
From there they can watch the tv with me
Switch Trump off dad, you watch too much tv news they sing
At me in perfect cross, very cross harmony
So waving a finger or is it two at Trump I change channels
Then we watch a  film together, no matter what the weather
Outside a storm can be brewing and there are too many now
But inside in the house we are warm and  have a film to watch
Stopping only to run to the kitchen for snacks and stuff
Which reminds me there is bottled Bud in the house
Trump sent it over as a bribe I told the kids
Yes, because he knows you prefer Stella Artois
We laugh, but I cannot find a bottle opener
So the Bud will stay in the fridge another week or more
Only finally being drunk when our “chef” wants the space
For some exotic fruit, so it’s drink it or share it with the neighbour
We get back to the film, a buckets of blood Vampire thing
Eating snacks and talking  over the film, we’ve seen it before
When the  girls were much younger, but scene by scene they remember
The cat calls from outside so we let Totoro in
Totoro is fed and we get back to the film, it’s not as interesting as the cat
All the flashing teeth remind me I should visit the dentist
Well it’s late now so I’ll just check the computer before bedtime
I see where you all are and what you are reading
I look at the news online too Trump is hugging himself again
It’s so obviously the pin to stop the  anger exploding, in public
Just like in , It’s Ok , to NOT be Ok my Kdrama that I just finished
Well this is an attempt at a poem so my friends I hope you all like it
A running narrative perhaps, whatever you want to call it
Just remember to HUG with Love , every day, and avoid Dramas.
  










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