Too soon the messengers are taking off on tandem bicycles –
the queasy feeling in the stomach comes from sour uncooked dough
but that's ok because the good book's by the fire
and you know the Christmas tree is going in there next.
Mystery – the egg on toast not quite cooked
beside the image that you drew last night
but forget about that now
because your shoelace is untied
and never before in this life has paint tasted so much like cherries from Japan.
It's quaint and that's the point.
Quaint Pain McGregor and his hatchet bearing gang of snakes and ladders champions –
and knocking on your door: the garden gnome from Mrs. Clark’s back yard –
you thought you buried it
but it's come to take you up on that invitation you extended
for tea and biscuits
and i think some sympathy as well –
that or else the radio's been left on for too long again –
don't sweat it –
signed, your dear cousin it.
Was that in the card you sent?
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