I Watch as the day untangles from the night, and there's a slight chance of rain. The radio squawks, so now I ask: is not watching and listening multitasking? if so then I bask in your applause,

can't find my socks
which rocks me to the core
I cry as I crawl around the bedroom floor
but eventually, I spot them
consequently,
got them
now wondering
what all the fuss was for.

Post insights are telling me
that the average age of my
page viewers
is well over a century.

Specsavers have saved me
and
I become the darling of the
elderly.

Another tea, Maud?

I tried so hard
but it seemed that
I couldn't reach her
never once
rea...lising
that she was the teacher,

and she taught me so well.

Memories
are just wheels that turn round inside me
bringing me
to this time where you stand beside me
and they go round
again and again
until they stop
and you find me
wanting
to learn so much more.

They made bonfires from the ruins of empires and from the ashes, new empires arose, but a rose by any other name is just a bleedin' nuisance.

The gardens are tended, and the well water is sweet.

The dandelions roar into life at dawn, and the lilies swim in the pond, the hydranger's in danger of learning to spell and all is well.

There is still work to be done when the sun comes up
there is always work to be done.

No slugs or snails and the dog's tail is docked
( moans from the animal rights )
but the cuckoo spits on anyone who *****
on my parade.,

You should share
knowing that we'll never get there,
but
isn't sharing halving the disappointment?

We will not see the great epiphany
and there'll be no rapture
no screams of delight
all that we'll have will be the endless night.

Giving it all to charity?
why would we
or should we,
could we not keep it all?

It's the coffee that keeps me going
and knowing that we'll never get there

still trying
vying for the front row
putting on a good show
and hoping for the best.

The not so tasty one
the one with a face mask on
who could it be?

She says,
it's me!
are you blind?

only to your beauty.

They know we're numbers
and now
we'll know that we're numbers,

binary coded on the way to being
railroaded.

No pass and you can't pass go
you can't go anywhere.

We'll be scanned, scammed, and
rammed from the rear,
is this the year of the reset?