A Scouse Apology

Soz liccchhhh.

I know I promised you details of the bus ride that never happened but I am too tired to finish it. I’ve written novels that are shorter. I haven’t really, but I’m so tired I have no idea what I’m saying.

I’m going to add insult to injury by giving you a poem about a dead rat. I nearly fell over it the other morning when walking for the bus. It looked as if it had just fallen asleep, apart from the fact that it was stiff enough to pick up and bash some spitting boys with.

I happened to be working on the prompt from Big Tent so it gave me my subject matter. The prompt was a Wordle which I can’t reproduce so you’ll have to take my wordle for it.

Tsetse Rat

Poor rat and your pedestrian end:
was it death by cat?
I hope it was old age; you fell asleep.
Dark comfort in your long rest.

Dangerous praise to resent your passing,
forlorn corpse; scorned by
heels and prams and bicycle wheels.

Sleep peaceful, rat, on your dull part
of the dirty path; curled like an idle moon.