It started with a tyre, then another, then a third…
“The tracking’s out,” they said, although the price was all I heard.
“The fourth one will need doing soon, and have you checked the spare?”
Now, should I groan and weep… or start on tearing out my hair?
The vacuum isn’t working and the printer’s on the blink,
The fish tank has a problem and there’s glass shards in the sink,
The mower needs replacing and the heating will need tweaking,
And just to top it off the solar panels are still leaking.
The fence the wind blew down, at least, has now been reinstated,
The small dog can no longer flee a world securely gated.
I didn’t break my back when falling from that awful height,
So I was almost hoping that an end might be in sight.
Instead, both me and mobile phone are suffering concussion,
Apparently, once smashed, it puts an end to all discussion,
But unlike me, it will not heal with TLC and rest
And so, in spite of bruises, it would seem I came off best.
And though the bird feeder fell down at least it didn’t shatter,
It only left a mess, the birds will clean that up, no matter.
(The small dog ate their suet ball, not great, but it won’t hurt her,
Though if she passes wind again like that, I may desert her.)
I’d like to pass a day without disaster of some kind,
Or even just with little ones, that would relieve my mind,
If not, I have to wonder, if it wouldn’t be too late
To trade in my humanity so I can hibernate!