When you feel that you ‘have’ to write… something.

After a few days in the wilderness –

or even one –

it becomes a requirement

to scribble something down;

even though it may be short

and of little literary worth.

‘Peas on Earth!’

Or the like.

I’ve got a bike;

or had one,

or will have one,

or won’t –

as ‘cycle’

I don’t.

Having writ,

I am then able

to remove myself from

the table of writing,

and get on with my chores,

there, inviting,

“What chores?”

you may ask (you may),

and I may reply,

“Why, thank you, mine’s a pint!”

or maybe I won’t.