On Brunswick Street and fled into the night
She sporting stitches appears on TV
Police are worried: when will he strike again?
I steep in a white wine haze
Listening to Black Birds graze
For insects amongst the landlady's legumes
Thinking: I should eat more broccoli
Meant to have antioxidant properties
If only it didn't taste like
Diluted dishwashing liquid
Somewhere out there a madman lurks
And I put a load of washing in
Black Bird turns over a leaf in the yard
And I jump: he's here...
Another glass of white and the delights
Of "Coast" on DVD take the edge off
Until a bustle in the hedgerow
Gets me all alarmed
And I reach for my handy can of Mace
There you go madman take that in your face!
Except its the cat come in
From a night out rooting and fighting
Had to swab his eyes poor dear
Then swab my scratches
Still the madman is out there somewhere
Asparagus is meant to clean out the kidneys
Must eat more of that
© shaun patrick green 2012
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