
I can't go anywhere without you, friend, you're substantial in my life! I feel absolutely naked without you near, you're as crucial as my dear wife. I fill you with the choicest goodies, trapped in darkness for hours; you keep my ripe bananas tip-top, and protect my prawn salad from sudden showers. My man bag is such a treasure, I polish it with a microfibre cloth; I'm so careful what I put inside you, and certainly never any mouldy broth! As the cheap deodorant rattles with pleasure, and the leaky biros jump for joy, I declare you can only go with a real man to work, not a woman or a little boy! (They wouldn't understand). I hope you last forever, into my dusty golden age; and if anyone dares to nick you, I will throw a colossal, office-wide rage. So clutch me tight, my portable domain, my little leather, nylon friend; we'll face this nine-to-five together, until the glorious clock says END!
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