Kev's House
Kev hibernates in winter
A veritable dormouse
In his fur-lined womb of a house
Inside he peruses
On the comfort junkie uses
Of his big log fire
And the orange glowing wire
With his warm-blooded spouse
Take a note Mr. Merry
‘Cos my feet are getting heavy
From stamping the snow into the cold stone doorstep
Please let me in
So I can sidestep the gin
And fill my organs
With the deep volcanic flow
Of the Captain Morgan
© Chris Bond — 1991