Month: November 2019

I’m bored with TV,
Maybe I watch it too much,
Or not enough now.

The time spent working,
Is worth so much,
I should work,
Harder than I do.

Is it very good,
The this and that,
The end scene,
That we should all watch.

Yes, it’s three today,
Read one and get one-two free,
Maybe more for sure.

The puddle grew out,
It filled the road, then the town,
It sank a few bins.

Here’s ‘word’ expanded,
When orange rind dried,
I say,
Worked out real dandy!

Sitting on a train,
Rocking and rolling along,
And soon it will stop.

I look at blue skies,
The sun yellow in the east,
Not a cloud in sight.

What comes of this day,
Success I hope,
In all ways,
Double, don’t delay.

Mine’s a grey Friday,
No money for the discounts,
Just window shopping.

Friday is relaxed,
Less people and less hassle,
I wander to work.

The stepping stones stop,
The river waits for your move,
It’s always deeper.

It is more Thursday,
Maybe more Friday, we’ll see,
Time will wait for it.

Please visit often,
Tell me what you want for tea,
Biscuits come for free.

Train travel troubles,
Are lost is soapy bubbles,
The day’s washed away.

The sky’s blue, though black,
In some place around the world,
Black here and blue there.

Here we go again,
Another work day starting,
And dawn is breaking.

I’m searching my mind,
For things to say,
Or write down,
Poems write themselves.

Running for the train,
Along the dark paths in the rain,
I jumped in….. made it.

Collecting my thoughts,
What do I keep them all in?
And some have escaped!