There’s a chickpea in the plughole in the kitchen
It stays there till it rots, ain’t no use bitchin’
I never clean the sink
Cos I always tend to think
It’s harmless just so long as it ain’t twitchin’.
I spotted the recalcitrant chickpea as I was filling the Tassimo for coffee, prior to working on the first draft of my novel – the first draft I’ve been “working on” for over a year now – the first draft which is going slower than Slow Jeff McSlow, winner of last year’s “Mr Slow” competition, slower than a geriatric amputee snail on a glacier – just very, very, very slow.
It demonstrates the lengths I’ll go to in terms of procrastination that I’d rather write a limerick about a rotting chickpea. Beat that if you can.
* With apologies to Prostetnic Vogon Jeltz.