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August 22, 2013
Pixie perked up when
the rent man was due.
He came every Tuesday
on the dot at two.
At two fifteen, he was
nowhere to be seen.
Her payment complete
he’d vanished from the scene.
On Wednesday she changed pace
when the gas man knocked,
as Dora from next door,
his van, had clocked.
Knowing she was being timed
only added to her stress,
so she paid him in the hall,
in full – well, more or less.
Friday was her busy night
Two both came together-
The Pools man and the Milkman –
the dog she had to tether.
Saturday she rested,
her bills all paid in full.
She welcomed hubby home
from his trip to Istanbul.
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