I am changing jobs,
I have got a new offer,
and it;s sounding right.
Take bulls by their horns,
if you’re brave or fool enough,
and try and jump it.
Minoans loved that sport,
doing a cartwheel over,
a mad raging bull.
The puddles are gone,
packed and evaporated,
off to somewhere nice.
The days are warmer,
no jumpers or daft slippers,
and windows open.
Tiredness stalks me now,
I feel it breathing on me,
ready to pounce soon.
