Patience and its own reward


A bloggee, with a long memory, having read Huttonian's previous post on the theme of patience with a reference to Godot has asked for a rerun of this ditty from a 1997 anthology, now out of print. Hutton Think Tank's last (and only) literary project.

The man on the bench,
behind the war memorial,
outside the kirk complained
about the view
(obscured by the war memorial)
'Its boring,waiting'.
He complained to the passing fireman.
'Waiting for Godot? Is it?, asked
the fireman (fresh from dousing
the flames under a Christmas turkey)
revealing a hitherto, unsuspected
literary bent.

'I am Godot' replied
the man on the bench.
Untruthfully, as it
happens.

No response from the fireman,
busy on another call. This time
of
nature.

(from Mouse Droppings in the Merse. 1997.Anthol of Verse for the Bewildered. Pub: Hutton Think Tank

No apology from www.wewillgetyourcheapmowerthereverylateifnecessary.com for its late arrival. Anyhow here it is and(eventually) assembled thanks to the Wife's technical background. The drawings in the instructions were nothing like as good as IKEA and we did wonder if they applied to a different model.'You would need a doctorate in Rocket Science to assemble this ' I suggested wittily to the Wife.

'No.It's much more difficult than that' was her modest response

(Thankyou Flickr-Vanderal-for this image'Titled 'Waiting Behind Godot'. Presumably taken on the Fishwick Bypass where you can be held up for hours?)

Labels: Fishwick Bypass, Godot, Lawnmower

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