Socialism banjaxed

The kitchen looked as clean as I’d expect.
I was  a fool to  move the old knife rack;
All I  do is  make hot toast and text

I moved the rack, my fantasy was wrecked.
In hygiene, seems I show indecent lack!
The kitchen looked as clean as I’d expect.

Only within maths was I correct.
I seem to live in  fantasy, not fact
For what l I  do is make hot toast and text.

Now my actions  must become direct
I ‘ll approach the greasy crumbs with tact
The kitchen looked as clean as I’d expect.

My health and reputation showed their cracks
I see now it is action that I lacked
For all I  live on is hot toast, quite black

Over the Formica, I put lots
Of powdered soap then hit it with an axe.
The kitchen looked as bright as Labour wrecked.
For all we have is Socialism  banjaxed.

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About Kate Thwaite

I love writing , conversation, art, wild flowers, music and air.And books
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