When I'm good and ready
when my mind is clear and
my hands are steady
I can chart a course,
until then
the doldrums become the page
and there is calmness in the pen

and it's all very well saying that
praying could help me, won't
somebody save me from
the seventh day
Adventists?

when you're yawning away like a good un
and the North star flies past like a pigeon
any excuse that you make sounds quite wooden
it's time to go to bed.