The computer whirrs contentedly,
As the cars travel down our street,
Tyres hurling dripping insults at each other,
When perchance they meet.
The rain has eased off a little,
The trees they sigh and moan,
The smell of freshly delivered pizza,
Wafts through our treasured home.
The party down the road has started,
The radio has begun to blast,
It won't get rowdy without more alcohol,
And until midnight has slunk past.
The house contains an eerie silence,
A calm before the storm,
For when SEH wakes again,
So will the dervish storm.
I wait in anticipation for 7:30,
Bourbon my favoured drink,
For I need all the mental lubrication,
To allow me scope to think.
For at 7:30 comes the mental challenge,
My intelligence shall be tested,
As I writhe in the hallowed pursuit,
I will need to be well rested.
For at 7:30 I need to be alert,
As you shall surely see,
For at 7:30 I must be ab;e to concentrate,
On the football on TV.

Cheers from the land of Oz