What a funny day,
From sun shine to skies of grey,
I say, “Come what may!”
I like rain or shine,
So whatever it is fine.
The day is still mine.
As complex as simple is.
What a funny day,
From sun shine to skies of grey,
I say, “Come what may!”
I like rain or shine,
So whatever it is fine.
The day is still mine.
Bump looks at his wall,
Or is it a fence he’s got?
A replacement fence!

May breaks promises,
Begs for Euro elections,
And a short delay.
I found this grey stone,
Beneath the plants and shadows,
And it caught my eye.

The way the shadow,
Lay across this stone, I liked,
And took this photo.
It is green and old,
Says,”I’m a little teapot”.
“Stuck in a grey world”.

I have decided,
To challenge myself daily,
Make a difference.
There’s talk on the train,
Rebellion from last on.
Move down there’s more space.
The train is moving,
Faster today into town,
It’s cold wet and grey.
The morning sky grey,
Heavy and expectant,
One by one they fall.