Very Humble

Mustard does greet

At his guests’ feet –

As he lies on the rug

Giving no-one a hug.

 

He’ll shake your palm

With a vice like grip:

He has some charm

And also some wit.

 

He is now on psychotic pills

Suffering some paranoid ills,

As his life is full of sorrow

With the same tomorrow.

 

He stays the same way

Drinking so every day:

He’ll share his alcohol

Being nicely reciprocal.

 

He is a good Mate

Having a good trait

Of lending you cash

If you politely ask.

 

His way might lead to decay

But that’s how he does play,

He is already largely big

But doesn’t eat like a pig.

 

In his own particular way

He will have the last say,

But he’ll wish a good day

Having enjoyed your stay.

 

© Andrew Stevenson 02/08/2017

 

An edited piece.

 

Thank you. Love love, Andrew.