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Mundane Tuesdays - Staying alive - keeping the blog alive Mundane Tuesdays (not really a poem all, make of it what you will) Of course Tuesday is itself naught mundane being just one alone and not every day. and nor is it every day you see a fridge walking down the hill. I ask you as I asked myself 'When the f*ck did you last see a side-by-side fridge ambling down your street, on garbage day what's more?' Nimbly side-stepping the black Holden rear-end poking across the path.... (the self same rear-end I had scraped a two-dollar coin across last time when on a dark stormy night distracted by wafting flying fox wings and watching not I found myself on my own rear end on the cold wet concrete amidst the fallen red callistemon that festoons our street, but as someone profoundly irksome in the blogs says so often 'I digress' ) ...it remounted the kerb and resumed the descent as did I this time. (try reading that between the brackets in one breath!) 'Mr Tudor Elgee' I said approaching nearer, 'Wherefore walk you down my street?' 'Well it's a lot bloody easier than goin UP ain it' Quoth he, with impeccable logic 'I see you struggling bike and helmet UP the hill, You won't see ME doing that so often!' So I resumed my thoughts of mundane Tuesday Is it Yellow bin or Green this week? If I cannot go TO Kamchatka or Sakhalin An ambling fridge will pass the time, Thai takeaway for tonight. Weird deleted words! UP and ME as well as TO |
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