A new week ahead,
And the work fills me with dread,
Here we go again.
It’s one sleep away,
To another hot work day,
And travel by train.
As complex as simple is.
A new week ahead,
And the work fills me with dread,
Here we go again.
It’s one sleep away,
To another hot work day,
And travel by train.
The cars MOT,
And get some things from the shops,
Finish what I start.

Fridays blue skyline
Still resonates in blueness
Peaceful cloudiness.
What is on my mind,
I search and find visions there,
Fields passing by now.

Gleams of sunlight blind,
From the water, glass and things.
I squint to see them.
Rolling into town,
The train pauses thinking now,
Looking for its spot.

A train passes by,
Maybe this is the free space,
That we need to stop.
Here on Grays Inn Road,
Is a lovely letter box.
And people pass by!

They are really old,
More than one hundred years old.
That’s why they don’t move.
Mason’s Avenue,
Beneath many feet they lay,
The stone laid pavement.

Biscuit day, Hooray!
What a tasty day to have,
What’s your favourite?

Dippy time here now,
Celebrating biccie time,
Half of it fell in!
May’s Brexit Buggle,
A matter of great regret!
Says, outgoing May.
Ablitser Amble,
Votes Libelral Democrates,
Labour in turmoil.
A busy beetle,
Feeding on these white flowers,
Very round and black.

I need to relax,
Close my mind and chill some.
Let the sun shine in.

Always things to do,
So tick them off and leave them,
For a little while.