Raining
a pain in
the backside,
but
dry
on the inside.

This tube train
smells of bleach.

Too many of us
to fit into a bus
so
it'll have to do.

Dripping
and some are

I'm dropping off the radar,
going underneath the grid
which might get rid
of the bleachy smell.

I'll emerge eventually
where the sky meets the sea,
hopefully.

Anyway
it's Tuesday
what else
did you expect
a mince pie?