AuburnScribbler

The Relaxing Pitter-Patter on the Conservatory Roof

EON has sent me the wrong bill again,

thus, it becomes the source of strain,

wanting to burn their office block down,

to take away the need to wear a frown,

then the rain adds to the “complaint”,

but then I see that dome of restraint,

my nightmare ceases, replaced by glorious truth,

via the pitter-patter on the conservatory roof.

 

I check my email, but nothing’s there,

no reward for my interest, it isn’t fair,

so, I think of massacre; to those employers,

who choose to ignore, they desist like lawyers,

as my fire rises, clouds cascade once more,

to remind me, of a soon to be open door,

thus, I try to be level-headed, and use it as proof,

via the pitter-patter on the conservatory roof.

 

The radio and the box, blare out more dirt,

either it be Covid/Brexit, all things that hurt,

where is that hammer? So, I can vent, by smashing,

at a world that has me; and my teeth gnashing,

but again, the weather modifies, to make me calm,

instead of a clenched fist, I open to a peaceful palm,

though a change is still needed, I will retire to that booth,

to enjoy the relaxing pitter-patter; on the conservatory roof!