A knock at the door
and who walks in,
but my long lost brother-in-law
+ his wife and two kids.
I remember him thinner
, well I mean younger at least
and with less double chins –
perhaps a narrower waist.
I help bring the bags in
from his luxurious car
and I begin the week’s small talk,
complimenting it’s colour.
The sat-nav found us okay
and the traffic was fine
all the way down from their house
– though he did get a ticket.
And I’m pure charming,
in spite of earlier objections.
I’m asking questions, and smiling,
and nodding, and agreeing.
See me pal.
All the way from Scotland, for a week
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