(20 minute poetry)


Eight degrees in and
it's freezing
Winter is well on the way,
Summer's a far distant
memory
Thank God it's Friday today.


Some time to prepare for
the onslaught
Don't want to be
caught
in the rain,
think I'll stay at home
as dry as a bone
call work and say
I'm sick again.

Eight degrees in
and I ain't going out
there not much you can
do about
that.


But the foreman says
you're on the rota
you've
got to put in your quota
today
which is not very fair
I want to stay here not
go there

Just need some more time
to prepare.