P felt that something always happened to spoil things when he was having fun or savouring the niceties of life. His experience at the beach today was a classic example:
The sky was blue, the breeze was cool
The waves dancing and playful
On the beach, he stretched to read
When bored of watching gulls feed.
The pair of flip-flops, now they lay
From his feet, not far away.
Leafing through ‘The Old Man and the Sea’
He read the blurb and let the book be;
The man in the book, he was old,
But wise he was not, though very bold;
Who would leave his catch a-floating
For other fish to have their filling?
He pondered on what he himself would do
When age caught up with him too;
A piece of cake it could never be
(Though a slice occasionally, he craved with tea)
With the economy and shares flip-flopping;
A wise old man would cut down spending.
A frothy wave then tickled his feet wet
As the tide came in, the sun had set;
Barefooted, he left to buy his tea and cake;
His resolve on thrift, he had to forsake
To buy flip-flops; his pair floated away with the swell;
So why not then, a slice of cake as well?