Living Alone (Still) Poem by annette banham

I still live here all alone
Just me the telly and my phone
No-one to tell me what to do
Or moan when I buy something new

No-one to turn my heating low
And introduce a cold air flow
I like a nice warm habitat
And to be in control of the thermostat

I also like a home that's clean
Where a trace of dirt cannot be seen
Unlike a time that I can unveil
I shared my home with a certain male

The toilet bowl he'd always miss
Every time he did a piss
He'd leave the loo seat down ensuring
It would always get spattered with urine

Living now in my nice clean kingdom
I do regale my new found freedom
No more cooking for someone ungrateful
Or being called names that are so hurtful

So, if a bloke with bags came knocking
The door with bolts I will be locking
He'll not get in, not ever - never
'Cause living alone's still the best thing ever