Crushing up the ice for the winter party I used to live for chaos Now with the outhouse I know the sound of a climbing bat How to mow correctly The more frequently you mow the denser the lawn will be Correctly now, she says Well it's a start, I say But what I want is to hang pictures on a wall
Have you ever owned a trap for a mouse? In the old days it was a wine bottle The door a cork closed by hand Mine's glass with a self-closing entrance that keeps the creature in It was sold to me as a highly sensitive catcher For the sake of the children I release them into the park The mice find their way back and often it's at a party Nothing to do with the people More like the pull of a petrol station at night
What is the difference between ash and snow She asked me in the interview Where are your awards and have you ever seen a greenhouse re-glazed Surely, I said, in the first instance one is required to smash every single pane Her can of cola cracked Joking aside, I said Now hand me a brush
I'm hosing down the roof when I think of it The best arrangements They come in a daydream I hear her take a snap She must only see the base of me The footprints of my swinging feet The fine spray of water Will it reach her