The gray clouds hung low,
Offering rain and cold wind,
No sky rockets seen.
Bangers didn’t bang,
The rockets didn’t explode,
In coloured bouquets.
As complex as simple is.
The gray clouds hung low,
Offering rain and cold wind,
No sky rockets seen.
Bangers didn’t bang,
The rockets didn’t explode,
In coloured bouquets.
The train is delayed,
So my running was in vain,
But it did feel good.
It’s a blueless day,
No blue sky in sight today,
There’s hope for a change.
The day stalled at two,
Lunch was the perpetrator,
Once feed, Sunday’s dead.
I am crawling back,
Don’t want to loose this Sunday,
Too tired to watch films.
It’s pinch punch, you know!
First of the month,
And all that.
The rain came today.
Books on books piled high,
Never straight, carefully balanced,
Find the page you want.
Yes it has arrived,
It’s the day that never was,
Yet it is and here.
50p coin mess,
Environmental cost here,
Cast and the destroy.
I found my big coat,
For these colder days and nights,
It is really warm.
These days of catch–up,
Do it now, if you can, right?
Dead-lines are so tight.
What’s a penny worth,
What can it buy?
Nothing now.
But on bulk, who knows!
What a day it was,
There’s no time to gather moss,
I keep on rolling.
Politics voting,
Elections are more sure now,
Maybe go skiing.
The train waits to go,
Just watching for that green light,
Ready to go now.
The mobile is charged,
Full of songs and Candy Crush,
So, no need to rush.
The day’s very fine,
Cool and clear,
The trains on time,
Got to work on time.
That wasn’t the plan,
Meant to get a black coffee,
And spend time writing.
In morning light sat,
With my mug of tea and thoughts,
Hot until they cool.
I hear the floors creak,
Someone walking quietly ’round,
Try to make no sound.