Friday night should hold some enchantment
but when my computer at work got angry at
me and refused to send finished documents
to my colleague, Friday night lost its shine -
nothing I did afterwards got it back
Learning passé composé for the eventual test
does not hold any charm so I did not even begin,
fixing the house does not seem very inviting -
in the end I settled in front of the TV watching
anaconda's, dingo's, tigers and hawks
Devouring their prey - I had a choice to watch
cricket of course, just join my beloved at the big
screen TV, but this does not appeal, I only take
him a glass of wine from time to time and the
night is all mine - but it's energy I lack
Maybe dinner should have been more than a
chocolate with nuts, egg on rye and a cup of
coffee, yet I cannot be inspired to prepare a
meal for myself, it is self-help tonight - the
others got a takeaway - fish and chips
Not an option for me at all, staying away from oily
foods means no stomach-ache, though boring it
is better than suffering - now the seal looking like
an aquatic ballerina is unmasked as a ruthless
killer; the electric eel is stunning its prey
With a high voltage shock, a polar bear takes on
walruses - I might just as well been watching a
James Bond movie, this only lacks the iconic
theme music like ‘On Her Majesty's Secret
Service' with George Lazenby
It was a huge disappointment - later tonight
Pierce Brosnan will entertain in ‘The World is
not enough' - as long as they play the theme
song, the movie will be fine - without it, the
superior, amused cool is gone
[Friday Night 25 October 2012]
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem