GUESTS

GUESTS   How dare you, pest! you are a guest you have no right to be so rude and impolite.   I ask you to sit: you peer and flit with flickers of your kerchief imaginary specks of phantom grit.   A drink to sip? You curl your lip and scrutinise minutely for blemish, stain or chip.   A sandwich then? Oh, not again! you lift a corner of the bread to check the regimen.   So now you've been to visit and criticised my poem Invite me [please, I dare you] to step inside your home.   You'll find my manners fine and neat With faultless etiquette But my boots are black and muddy and I forgive … but not forget.   ------------------------------------------   One ‘critic’ [on another site] seemed to have one standard comment: “this sucks” - an expression I loathe with a passion. So I wrote this and posted it. Response. He wrote “this sucks big-time” Oh well!