Nicky Nacky Noos

It’s amazing what appeared
When the cupboard was cleared;
There were pants by the score
From behind the old door.
The tank was needed no more
And we saw, left on that floor,
Six pairs of bloomers
(in fact there were rumours
they could be antique
until we did peek
“Hardly La Senza!”).
One pair were men’s – a
Little ancient… (y-fronted)
The suggestion affronted
Him who we said may, back in the day
No longer,
“I wear boxers!” The shame
That he felt when his name
Was linked with these old,
OLD pants that had rolled
Off the tank in the gloom
Where there wasn’t the room
To see them again
Until now!


The man next to me struggles with a big box full of life’s treasures; little china ornaments, photographs in frames, albums, memories…and leaves it on the shelf above the huge metal rubbish container. He gets into the black car parked nearby and, as he starts the engine, a recycling plant worker unceremoniously heaves his offering into the cavernous mouth beneath. As I leave this place of abandonment, I see a gassy exhalation spiral into the air from the piles of rotting vegetation to the left. I drive quickly from the stench of decomposition and the detritus of our existence. | Slimming World Recipes & More

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