Poet: Finlay Gall
Post Code: EH10
Tradesmen Visit
He calls before to check I'm home,
to ask about street parking.
I won't show my frustration
though I've been waiting all morning.
Only doing what I've been taught,
I ask 'Tea or coffee?' He says 'No'.
He did press 'Tradesmen' after all,
and hasn't come here for talking.
So, I think of something to say:
'No right angles left in this flat!'
He says, 'Aye', has heard that before.
I wish I could take it back.
These visits make me feel pathetic
I'm just happy they're over quick.