Monday, September 29, 2008

Day 2

Day 2

We're now on day 2, she's been bouncing all night,
Up at 2 and then 3, it's not even light.
At 6am Saturday, Rex does arise,
He is not happy, he's sleep deprived.

He goes down the stairs, there's Jenny in white,
"What's going on, who won the fight?".
"What fight", says Jen, whilst boiling the kettle,
"The door banging one, that sounds like a battle".

Jen thought he was joking and went on her way,
To the balcony for a fag to start the new day.
Today is her Birthday, she turns 62,
I go and ask her what she want's to do.

She doesn't know, she will leave it to me,
But she need some more fags, she's smoked 'Duty Frees'.
Rex suggests Costco 'cause that's the best place,
"Go and tell Jenny to put on her face".

An hour now has passed, Rex says that's plenty,
He knocks on her door and says, "We're going in 20",
"I'm not ready yet, my hair is not straight",
"And a fag and a coffee I've yet got to make".

Rex is not happy, he's getting quite cross,
"Let's go without her, I'll show her who's boss".
"Please just calm down, we're not in a race",
I'm stuck in the middle - I know my place!!

At last we're at Costco - it's food sampling day,
Jenny's quite happily chomping away.
She's tasting some drink - an high energy one,
"I like this", she says, "Will you buy me some".

Rex reluctantly puts them in the cart that's now full,
Not fully realizing that they're just like Red Bull!
The shoppings all done except for the smokes,
She's still coughing and spluttering, I think Rex hopes she chokes.

Back home, she's straight out to sit on the deck,
"I need an umbrella - the sun's on my neck".
Rex puts the fan on, the one with the spray,
"My hair will go frizzy, please take it away".

With fag in one hand and cup in the other,
She then says to Rex, "Can I phone my ex-lover".
"Where is he now", says Rex, "In the UK?"
"No, Kazackstan, but he's coming to stay".
"You're having a laugh, I know very well,
It will cost me a fotune if you're phoning a 'Cell'.

Lunch is now over, it's time for her nap.
"If Roger calls, just give me a tap".
Meanwhile Rex is outside, I know he's quite mad,
Taking pictures of ashtrays to show to his Dad.
"Where's my dear sister - go wake her up",
"Get her out here to clear up her cups".

Three hours later Jen is awake,
Go and get ready, we're off for a steak.
It's her Birthday you see, so we have to be nice,
Texas Land & Cattle is our diner of choice.

Jenny and I we got all dolled up,
Then Rex, in his jeans, said, "We're taking the Truck.
Now Jen's vertically challenged, as I mentioned before,
So Rex pulled her in, whilst I held the door.

We're ready to go, Rex turns the key,
We're all sat up front like 3 Wise Monkeys.
At the restaurant carpark, we've a problem no doubt,
Jen's legs are so short, she now can't get out.
So Rex drives around and parks by a high mound,
And tells her to jump and aim for the ground.

In the Restaurant we arrive, we now are all sat,
Margharittas in order - Jen can't have that.
The steaks are all good - they always are,
I'm looking yearningly towards the bar.
What I wouldn't do for a bottle of wine,
2 days are over, that only leaves 9.

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