Author: Pontvert

Sunday visitors,

Fill the house and drink the tea,

Eat the biscuits too.

These seagulls know it,

What is in mine, is mine, right?

Time to get away.

Got up at seven,

Again at eight, and stayed up,

Feeling so tired now.

This crazy picture,

Sets the scene in Chania,

One warm October.

Its Friday at last,

My battery needs discharging,

Time for a good sleep.

The morning clouds pink,

Dappling the bright blue sky.

Windless and silent.

The planes vapour trail,

Cuts straight across the dawn sky,

White line, fading tail.

The train rumbles on,

It stops and starts, filling up

London is closer.

I grown tired of Brexit and wanted to look out the window of the train this morning.

They voted tonight.

May wins the confidence vote!

By a slim margin!

Do I really care,

I’m in the silent fringes

I hate politics!

There is more to life,

Then these pointless politics.

There are great cartoons!

May be, May will go.

So tired of this Brexit mess,

I do think she is!

What will happen next?

The question everyone asks. 

Time to stop this mess.

Forty-eight letters

Silently make their demand,

It’s time to call it!

Self preservation,

Dodge the vote to keep your job,

Maysick not Brexit!

I don’t vote Labour,

I never have, never will,

They don’t fit the bill.

The day’s nearly done,

A good one without a doubt,

Got home around nine.

So bedtime has come,

The alarm is set early,

The weekends last hour.