Jottings from my note book – day 4

todays poem was inspired by a story from one of my colleagues but as with a lot of my ideas runs out of steam and so ends up unfinished…

There’s a scuttling sound,
Coming from my dustbin.
I have a horrible suspicion
That a nasty rat has got in.
I phoned up the council,
Can you send a man quick.
To be told if it’s not a rat
They’d charge me 40 quid.
I phoned up my family
They offered the loan of a cat.
Or if I was less squeamish
The loan of a cricket bat.
Unsure I sat there listening
To that burrowing rat
getting intimate with my waste
And I realise the problem is that
From all the rubbish in there
That rat could steal my ID
I should have shredded my letters
That rat could pretend to be me !



Sometimes you feel good.
And sometimes you feel
Like a rat
Looking for discarded take away chicken
In the city centre
At 2:30 in the morning.

Sometimes you feel good.
And sometimes you envy
The man with the
Sitting on the grass
And watching the world go by.