You wake as the sun starts to rise,
Can’t shake the fog behind your eyes.
Drop your breakfast, scare the cat,
As you leave, trip over the door mat.
Stand at the bus stop half-awake,
Wondering how long it will take.
But you know when the bus comes,
Your sleeping all the way to Birmingham.
However as you set off to work,
Roadworks cause the bus to jerk.
So in your seat you bounce and slam,
Realising they’ll be no sleep till Birmingham.
Quick note. Birmingham UK is where I head every weekday to my job and this poem is sadly based on a story that happens so often it’s almost a serial.