A mushroom begins life,
and many more soon fuel my optimistic mind;
all I need is a friend to help.
Preparing for my shady friend so we can laugh,
yet wondering if all will be well;
Mr J. arrives with a smile and passion fruit cake.
A turn for the worst when he lights up a cap,
then runs towards the hills hoist;
I didn’t know he was so well-versed in ballet.
Smoke from the backyard carries,
then sounds from the neighbours cause alarm;
they must be magic mushrooms.
A fit of anxiety, or is it the smoke?
Such beautiful ballet from with Mr J’s smoke;
I decide to boil the kettle.
C & K 