These words have crept into my life in the last few years

I utter them when I nearly stumble stark naked down the stairs

To let my fucking cat out so it may shit in next doors lovely garden

As the light breaks over the smooth Wiltshire fields

 

I use these words rather like a child would do in appreciation of a treat

Or a flapper when faced with a fountain of champagne

It is comfort blanket and is completely loyal to all my needs

But I am told that these words are mortally ill and will die quite soon

 

When this happens I do not know what I will do

As my life will be incomplete without these simple words

I am planning never to speak to anyone again

And let my cat shit in the churchyard as it used to do