Teatime, two or three times a week
the whole family goes to mams
and all of us eat
Summer salads, Chicken and mayonaise
when wether grows colder
stews and spag bolognese
It doesn’t really matter what we eat
it’s an excuse to have a natter
about the folks in the street
About how they were outside going bazerk
1am in the morning, weekday
don’t they know folks are at work
When the meal over and plates are clean
i sneak off for a smoke outside
where i can’t be seen
back in for coffee and few minutes craic
then home ward bound
to loneliness when i get back
