Friday 17 September 2010

1474 - Poem about stuff

Today I woke up and I ate breakfast
I went to the toilet and went outside
I walked to work and at my desk I sat
Chatting to colleagues, reflecting with pride
On yesterday’s meeting. They said that I’d
Chaired it well. At lunchtime, off out again
Where there were trees and cars and stuff I spied
There always are things to look at, and then
If you turn your head, even more things. When
You listen, you hear noises. Cars speed past
With a vroom and a beep. Some people died
Today, probably, but maybe some born
To balance it out. Anyway, at last
The last line’s here, and hey, guess what? I’m tired!

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