I am the only bloke in our house
The Wife
The daughter
The Cat
Surrounded by females
Pushed and pulled
To and fro
I surf my way through
Feminine eddies and swells
“Do Shirts live on the floor”? Asks Julie
“No” I mutter
Scooping one up
And chucking it in the basket
On the landing
“Dad – will you make me a smoothie?”
Comes a muffled plea from the bedroom door
“Banana and Raspberry?”
“Yes please”
How can I refuse?
In the kitchen
Nutmeg purrs and strokes my ankles
Her dish is empty
Rabbit and Turkey alright?
The Liquidiser spins its magic
That evening I arrive back from the office
And walk past the shoe rack
Leaving a black pair on the kitchen floor
In the morning I put some toast on
For Julie
And make some tea
In the kitchen, by the patio door
I find my Shoes
I reach for them
In quiet triumph
Then stop and stare
At the glistening hill of regurgitated cat food
Piled within.
That is fab!!