I was the last
of the old Victorian gardeners
the 'cap in hand'
sort of chap
I did six acres
on my own
mowing lawns
and tending flower beds
just getting help
with the vast amount of leaves
in the fall
Now the landscapers turn up
and do it all
in one day
(in a fashion)
My how things have changed

Watching celestial
syzygy
drinking my glass of lilt
Coins in my pocket
Still feeling innocent

It's senseless
building a wall
in all this rain

There was an omen
it was going to be
more than a ripple

Tommy was sat in the trenches
trying to write his poetry
but was distracted by the rats
scampering by
all the time

But with all the bullets and shells
and not forgetting the vermin
it was pretty hard
trying to write poetry

They say
"Climbing is the spice of life"
It would be
if we hadn't to carry
all this weight
It seems to be the trend
We will have to wait and see
There seems to be
a fair chance

My poem was trending
as it climbed into space
We'll have to wait
could have a fair chance
of getting
'Poem Of The Day'

I suppose they still do it
eight o'clock sharp
stamp your card
8:02 you are still alright
8:03 stamped in red
lost fifteen minutes pay
and so on
and so on

A regular 8:03
will have you in the office
for a good telling off