Fine

Granny’s sitting knitting watching soaps upon a flickering TV

Oblivious to anything that’s obvious to anyone like me

Crocheted blanket on her knees

A woollen form of anit-freeze

She does as she pleases all the time

But that’s fine, yes it’s fine

oh so fine, she’s so fine

Old man sitting on a stool, but he’s no fool, the stool’s perched by the bar

He takes a sip of tepid beer and licks his lips when someone passes near

He props the bar up every day

There’s nowhere else for him to stay

Until the landlord calls for time

But that’s fine, yes it’s fine

oh so fine, he’s so fine

Lady with a trolley full of bags sits on a bench down at the park

Children larking, canines barking, daytime only stops when it gets dark

As the sun sets in the west

She trundles home where she’ll ingest

A meal for one and a glass of wine

But that’s fine, yes it’s fine

oh so fine, she’s so fine