Checking Out
That heartburn stings, no more fried fish
you can believe that if you wish
Ah, doorman can you get my car?
we have to walk, it is not far
You're new. My car's that silver beast
we cannot drive, you are deceased
Look matey, you been on the drink?
i am not quite the one you think
Ok, the uniform is new
Today's is black not navy blue
Your face more bony, not so lithe
And then of course there is the scythe……
this should come as no surprise
your total lack of exercise
you held your heart in full contempt
despite your doctor's best attempt
So am I dead? That can't be so
Oh please believe me, I should know
But I feel fine, I'm fit and sound
You see your body on the ground?
That is convincing, more or less
But, any chance a game of chess?
Bio:
Peter Caunt was born in North Derbyshire but has spent the last thirty-five years in North Yorkshire.
Peter originally had a science background and worked, in Harrogate, for the C.E.G.B, on pollution control (until it closed down), in Preston for Babtie Environmental (until they closed down the department) and in Harrogate for the Regional Health Authority (until it closed down). Following these, he worked for a software house in Harrogate until it was taken over by a multinational and downsized. Having seen the writing on the wall, he decided to copy it down and try to publish it.
He has had an interest in writing short stories for the last thirty years but has only recently had the time and the enthusiasm to start accumulating a large pile of rejection letters.
In the latter part of 2005, a small pile of acceptances began to grow, much helped by inspiration from friends and especially his wife, Pamela.
