Dubious Gifts Poem by Keith Shorrocks Johnson

Dubious Gifts



SKINK

There's another half-dead skink on the carpet
Hunted out of the Bush and delivered as a
Contribution to the household groceries by the cats.
It will be carefully collected in tissue and placed back in the flax.


I tell the boys to feed Scruff and Fang.
‘They've already got plenty of food Dad', they say.
‘That's not the point' I advise.
‘They are looking for attention - give them some Treats anyway'.


A wise woman learns that men are a lot like cats.
They need to be given regular attention -
Even if it is a bit of a nuisance and they lack nothing.
They hang around for treats because it's habitual - craving.


And, as for the men, they'll then go off hunting.
Memo to self: Bringing back $5 tops and blouses,
Pre-loved from the hanger rails of the op-shop,
May just be a skanky behavioural response.

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