Uncle Albert (Reprise)
I’m beginning to feel this pain
shooting across my left hand knuckles
telling me an early autumn storm
is fast approaching
Alone in my flat I speak out loud
saying I believe it’s going to rain
but when turning on the telly
weather man tells me fat chance
It’s been years since they all left me
taking nearly everything except
kettle on the boil
of course I was right about the rain
and that’s just fine with me
by the time soaker reaches full steam
my pain is already subsiding
relieved mainly by a cup of tea
and butter pie
september two thousand seventeen
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Somehow I feel that Uncle Albert have found a way of coping with a telly and a kettle.
Indeed, my friend.