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