Daft as a Brush Copyright © Richard J Whiting 2011

When you watched
Your favourite comic actors,
Laughter reverberated like a receding storm.
‘He’s as daft as a brush’ You’d say.

When you said
The same of me
My childish ways and games,
I felt I was up there;
One of your gods;
Something special.

Now we watch
Our team together,
And when the Captain scores,
Sliding across the grass on his back
Our smiles as wide as the Wensum
‘He’s as daft as a brush’ You say.

My mother squirrels away the post,
Puts crockery in the washing machine,
Clothes in the sink;
Boils dry the kettle…

So when you say
‘She’s as daft as a brush’ I know you understand,
Have made peace with God,
Are much more of a man than me.

And there’s nothing daft
About that.