I know where this is and I know who I am,
this is the morning of the Monday man.

Sunday did a vanishing act without a word
a little birdie tells me that it went off into history,

I had coffee,
that's history too,
perhaps it'll meet up
with Sunday.

Anyway
being Anglo Saxon
I stoop and put my
socks on,
pad off to the scullery,

scullery?
Scullery's history too.

It will be different tomorrow
but these remains will remain
the same.