... obviously written at least ten days' ago! Cheat! :)) xx

We grow heavy on dull hours:

our saturated sunrise
crackles and spits in the
pan-handle fade-out of stars,
milking a full-fat morning;

lethargic elevenses, idly
sucking on cream-filled eggs,
hatch into an early-bird
five-course lunch.

Then a luxury of leisure –
seconds of simnel cake
and minute apple scones –
calls time-out from
green, manicured lawns
at two-for-tea

while, later,
a hand of bananas
wards off pre-supper pangs

before a white-starched evening
sinks its fangs into the juicy,
rare satisfaction of an indolent
dinner’s forking and feasting,

picking over the bones,
chewing the fat of yet another
time-crunching day.