jetty-fied acreage 

     your burner licence revisited

        the grass was brown 

                                               and you swung a nine iron 

                                                        at the grey sky 

and wandered off to see 

what was around the bend  

 

tea some irish 

                               and revolution tirade 

                                        the steep pitch 

                                        and booties 

                         her dog was not very social

still it didn't matter 

                the hamper was full 

the kettle was shrieking and 

                                                      no one's on the phone 

you had a head full of 

 expenses 

                      the monthly checks would help 

                                    she said 

                                                              have you thought about what you'd like to do next?