Bank Holiday


It’s a Monday bank holiday morning,
And I awake slowly and yawning.
I stifle my alarm’s infernal din
As I realise I can have a lie in !
So I refuse to let my head clear
And instead form a simple idea.
That starts with re-closing weary eyes
Then reawakening my sleepy desire
Then as slumber comes to reclaim me
Retiring again under the duvet.

Yesterday was a bank holiday in the UK so typically it rained and I wrote a poem !