Awkward silences,
And no alibi,
Anywhere in sight.
A trip to the loo,
Or, if you will, can.
Where are you from?
Caerphilly!
A terrible whiff,
Emanates from the aga.
Not very chic,
With her cough and wheeze.
What are you on?
Vodka Martini?
Let me just check.
Oh, flippin’ heck!
You’ll have to have Campari.
The puppy did whelp:
Unsure what for.
It perhaps isn’t wise,
To second guess,
The evil cat,
But what could I do?
It was far too much fun!
Edwin Saxton–The Poeming Genius 