I had written him an email
Which I had, for want of urgent action,
Sent to his personal account around 9 o’clock last night.
And an answer came delayed,
And the excuse that he had made,
Was “Sorry, didn’t see your message, had to catch an early flight.”
In my wild erratic fancy,
Visions come to me of Clancy,
On the red-eye back to Canberra with no wifi on the plane.
So I called him to a meeting,
And without extraneous greeting,
Told him, “You belong to me, my son, don't let it happen again!”
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