I’m apt
To react
To twats
Banging
Outside my house
In the middle of the night,
Especially when it appears to be
The workmen
Who turned up at six
And started digging,
And seem to pulling a late shift
Protecting the hole in the road
From whoever may wish
To replenish it by morning.
And the dude
Who was renovating next door
Said there was a lack of gas pressure,
When he measured it,
So I assume that’s what
The shovelers are after,
But I hope a draft of the stuff
Doesn’t waft up
Unexpectedly
And makes us all inexorably
Regret it,
Because something’s amiss
As they’re making more noise
Than a heard of midnight piss-heads
And it’s driving me crazy.
But by dawn
They brought in the
Back hoe loader,
Dug for a moment,
And stood around to watch it go,
Then they all had a sandwich
And left the hole alone.
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