It's 8am on a Saturday
And the Asda delivery's late
They've sent me a text to say that I'm next
So I limp out to open the gate.
They say that my driver is Jonathan;
They have only got medium sliced bread
And this morning they're clean out of broccoli
So they've sent me a lettuce instead.
Well Jonathan shows up eventually
He's recently moved from Sheerness
He thinks it's a pity United beat City
And I tell him I couldn't care less.
He's hoping to open a coffee bar
His wife is an excellent cook
She's also a talented novelist
But no-one will publish her book.
I tell him I like to write poetry
To put on the Parkinson's Wall
Would he be averse to appearing in verse?
He assures me he wouldn't at all.
He offers to help with the packing
Is there anything else he can do?
He couldn't be "warmer or friendlier"
So I'm posting this five star review.
Another witty little number, keep them coming
That bounces along nicely. Made smile