Well,
this isn't getting the grass cut.

But times like these are few and far between the Devil and the deep sleep of the just,

one could bust a gut doing too much by waking up,
a bit late to realise that
when I opened my eyes to find the beer in the glass from last night had gone flat.

The coffee was hot but it's not now
somehow time passes and things cool.

This is still not getting the grass cut and my stomach feels like my throat's been cut so it must be time for breakfast,

at last the point of no return
got to go now and watch the
toast burn,

have a good day
even if it is Monday.

Sunday
and the sun is rising
put your eyes in
and take a look.

another hot one
so
get your shorts on.

I love the way
light covers me
in different shades,
the way it sparkles
and in sunlit glades
the way it fades
in and out between
the leaves,
leaves me breathless.

Green grapes.

What a palaver
here we both are
sat in the parlour
drinking a sherry
and who do we
thank for that
yep
Francis flamin' Drake.

If you have been affected
by the Eurovision Song Contest,
you may be eligible for absolution.

I am certain
that behind the curtain
there's a wizard waiting

nil points for imagination
but
I still feel full of nul points
and
that's the situation,

I have to do
something new
to
revitalise
to
re-energise
but then I compromise
and have another coffee.

She rode in a surrey
which was not made in Surrey
it was the Studebaker of its day
and now it has had its day
because of the Motorway
and
automobiles
and
tyres
and wheels
and
speed

suddenly I need
an automobile.

You have to face it
time has the edge,

there have been lots of edges
some we've gone over
thinking that was the finishing line,

time has the final say,
but look at today
we've had all the time in the world
and yet, done nothing with it

that's the beauty of it
and
the cruelty within it.

Summer and some aren't
that's the way I look at it.

Today looks like one of those days
and by one of those days, I mean a great day,
the sky a
sky blue that flits through my eyelashes

opening the sash window
I shout out loud to let everyone know
what a great day this will be
and
some sad sack of something
reported me to the
noise abatement society,

I'd say
it's still a great day
but for the gagging order.