Choices

Yes, we all make choices
Amid hype and noises
The point is only this
Crackers you will dismiss
Smile! Smile on Kemp your host
When, up he pops the toast.

All day the sky will weep,
And I must feed the sheep
Then, and what will I do?
Drop biscuits in the stew.
Eat and chat with Loraine;
Rain drips on window-pane.

©Paterika Hengreaves
August 2005/Barbados