Poetry by Jeff Green


This Morning

by cricketjeff on May 3, 2011.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved

I should have stayed asleep, tucked up in bed;
The engineering works had overrun,
They said that I could catch a bus instead,
The trip to work would not be any fun!

Bank holidays can set a sunny mood,
A day off work with not too much to do,
Relaxing in the sun you feel renewed,
Till Tuesday transport troubles turn you blue.

I walked and dreamt of strolling in the hills
And lazy afternoons beside the sea,
Some vintage wine to wash away the ills
(Or maybe just another cup of tea).

But then I noticed scrawled in felt tipped pen —
“There are no bloody trains till god knows when!”