While I wait for the kettle to boil and whistle its merry tune
I'll toil away like a sucker
hoovering up dust in my room.

I'd rather be watching Wimbledon
seeing for myself what's going on,
but I never paid the electric bill,

Still,
the room did need some cleaning.

When I get to get to five o-clock and the shadow comes, I knock back a couple of hot spiced rums before I begin to shave.

Generally I save the best 'til last and usually when I run out of
'Elastoplast'
(that's a trade name I wear on such occasions)

blood casts its own shadow and wanders through the water in the sink,
and I watch the shapes that it makes
until my eyes ache.

take a break?
nice if you can,
but I'm a
hard working
harder pressed man
so
i carry on
not watching Wimbledon
and waiting for five
to arrive.