Moving House

I spent three months designing a barbecue,
someone else took a year to design a chimney,
admittedly, part of a new hospital decidedly
with a helical stripe, always someone better than me.

I had a circular pool, jumped in with a beer,
in the middle of the night, can you do that my dear?
pub at the bottom of the garden, bloody place shut,
I'll just have to make do with my beautiful garden hut.

At a friend's place, up high, overlooking the Atlantic,
sun dipped into the sea at 8.00pm, like a magic trick;
my friend could see his yacht anchored down in the bay,
'Put that fag out,' he said, otherwise sail might blow away.

Pub will be open soon, perhaps I won't move after all,
'You're lucky,' they said, 'You don't have far to fall.'