Friday 15 February 2019

Discord Abroad



When mornings start like mornings do
Demanding wide awake too soon
Cacophonies without control
As all around they change their tune

No sign of logic to the rescue
No step by step all systems gone
A dance of mad dash ‘sorry-go-round’
Half cooked toast with nothing on

One by one the grunting groans subside
Uneasy silence hangs there heavy
I dare not hear the morning news
Until I’ve dredged my teapot levy 

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