Criticisms From The Other Side

'Are you there? Can anyone hear me?'
'Yes, I can hear you - you don't notice anything,'
how outrageous, of course I do, perspicacity,
where is my credit, why all this audacity?

Expectations, everything has to be perfect,
no room for any accidents, so hen-pecked:
sometimes by a medium, sometimes by you,
old Ogden said that there's nothing you can do.

Of course, we make allowances, a wry style,
cats on the rooftops, cats on the tiles,
cats with their bums all wreathed in smiles, 
losing count of brickbats heaped in piles.

No matter, you turned out to be a good spirit,
even tho' your crystal ball went over the limit.