Oh the faces of the bored
Frozen blankly sleep is fought
Staring vaguely at the front
But dreaming soporific thought
Twenty minutes 'til the coffee
A bourbon or a custard cream
That's if the kids don't grab them first
And so we all daydream
Mavis peers at her watch
She nudges Joan and glances
The twenty minutes now have past
And forty people sit in trances
But suddenly a head is raised
Is this the application?
That 30 second indicator
We all regain sensation.
Sep 5, 2010
Sep 5, 2010 at 1:58 PM UTC
Oh the faces of the bored
Frozen blankly sleep is fought
Staring vaguely at the front
But dreaming soporific thought
Twenty minutes 'til the coffee
A bourbon or a custard cream
That's if the kids don't grab them first
And so we all daydream
Mavis peers at her watch
She nudges Joan and glances
The twenty minutes now have past
And forty people sit in trances
But suddenly a head is raised
Is this the application?
That 30 second indicator
We all regain sensation.