The algorithm
is not
dance music.

Sideshow Mel,
or
was it Bob?
can't remember now
but
one of them got the job.

Both are a little bit
leftfield of Springfield
so
I keep my wits
about me.

I know that you will take
what you want
and then say,
that I gave it.

It's been three days
and not one chef
has made it to
my hitlist,

they're all quite decent,
unlike that other chef
I once knew
who
wanted me to measure
the diced vegetables
he
was definitely on the
danger list.

but three days is nothing,

three months in
and I'll be hoping,
hoping,
but no more bowing and scraping
them days is history,

She says,
so are you my darling,
ancient history.

Here's to guesswork
which actually
is a lot easier
than real work
but
doesn't pay as much.

Don't be taken in
by a bag of crisps
a crap sandwich
and a fizzy water,
I am the real deal
and worth more than
six quid
or seven quid if you're
in the airport.

Such as it is
it is and could be more.

that's my offering
take it or not,
but
to be honest
that's all I got
at this time.

I miss the days
when I was better
than this,

She says,
but you're good,

and I have to agree.

She says,
don't look so smug.

...and now
for your
disappointment
entertainment.
oh
wait a moment,
it's
not for you at all.

and as it happens
which happens all the time
I'm back and tied to the yoke
but it's fine,
I was getting wearier not working
than I ever did when I was.

if there's still life in the old goat
there is still hope.