The sluggard with a heavy pack
Stuffed with time to waste
A sofa spud no-goodnik
Such a layabout displaced
Trapped in a lack of effort
Caught between each little else
Planning surreptitiously
To stockpile the lower shelf
Never one to share alike
Fills up a four-seat sofa
Nothing doing is preferable
For the frequent lying loafer
Sid the secret skulker
Observing out of sight
Eyeing up the situation
determining the plight
A Silhouette like presence
Barely ever seen at most
Nondescript to say the least
Seedy backstreet hideout post
With 'take no notice stature'
Asking nothing of the scene
Unapproachably indifferent
Not ever found between
Sid with many hats and coats
There in daylight neatly hid
Noting much to whisper on
Prosecution’s skulking Sid
Diagram Dude had quite enough
Being scratched around a page
Not always in perspective
All too often hard to gauge
Captured in a picture pose
Acerbic hints between the lines
Detached or overbearing
Where a punchline intertwines
Overdrawn and out of date
In a scrunch discarded sag
The Diagram Dude has faded out
In a once prized cartoon bag
Straying from the normal
Trying hard to keep it fresh
Aiming for some changes
New cogs that strain to mesh
No time for introductions
Talking glibly on the hoof
Not bothered by objections
Like TV aerials on the roof
Signals download quietly
Prearranged and tuned
Captured by a button pressed
A colour code festooned
I’m focused and determined
To get off on my way
To places undecided yet
Whether near or far away
Maybe I’ll stop for tea somewhere
Or a pint or two for lunch
A guesstimate to anywhere
In concordance with my hunch
Like a feather flight in gentle breeze
I’ll keep the offbeat route in mind
Not arriving late at any time
Not too soon or much behind
Saturday morning tea for two
We sit beside the steam
Together quite contentedly
Our toast and marmalade theme
The crunch of crust breaks silence
To supplement our spread
Triangles cut for nibbling
Adding thoroughness to bread
Reaching for the cosied pot
To the sound of babbling tea
Two more cups of pleasantry
To complement our reverie
