Internal Sewer Went Wrong...

It�s those days again�
The days of the 100m dash,
Back and forth, forth and back.
Lasting what seems to be an eternity.

Anticipating a bad cream mix,
Which pompously announces its arrival,
A lawnmower, gears needing urgent lubrication,
Violently vibrating viciously.

Freedom,
The motor stopped rattling,
The ice cube falls, from a drink dispenser.
�Cept that it�s melted, though it was to be solid.

A new experience every time,
While I stare in the air,
Air brings to me -
Egg, chicken, potato, salad, curry; Sumptuous.

Then it�s the routine job.
Given a new twist lately,
Step 1, step 2, step 3 �
�Remember the palm! And the fingers!�

And then?

It�s all over again.

Dash.