I don’t claim this is good, clever or witty, or even that it’s a proper poem, but I may as well post it!
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Domesticity (a contemporary piece that’s more narrative than poetry)

Daydreaming out the kitchen window, I see,
The kids swinging on the washing line again,
pulling at the clothes, giggling in glee.
I think – Surely Lance Hill didn’t envisage this for his Hoist!
I’ll let it slide this time, they’ll be in soon for brekkie.
vegemite on toast, a favourite of Winton’s “Lockie”.

Hubby idles into the kitchen, planting a sloppy kiss on me,
“Mmm that smells nice,” then thinking ahead, asks- “Barbie for dinner?”
“See the blokes are coming ’round lunch, to watch the Superbike champions,
kick the ball around this arvo, and down plenty of tinnies!”

“You got some ‘forex’ in the esky,” I remind him,
too late, he’s already off down the bottlo and TAB,
but i’m quickly distracted as Sheila, Henry and John burst in -
“Mummy! Mummy! There’s a redback out the back!”
“I’ll Mortein it later” I say and rustle them in for their toast.

Ah… now I’ve got a moment, I can write out my shopping list:
Weetbix
Vegemite
Tim Tams
-insert gratutitous aussie food item-
Lamb
BBQ Pack

… and get myself prepared for our family’s Australia Day.

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Cheers, Kate