Monday, 28 December 2015


It’s the day inbetween
When nothing much goes on
Thegifts have grown boring
The guests have all gone

Still no sign in the air
That there might be snow
Perhaps there’s another sale
To which you can go

But the house is a mess
With the uneaten cake
Still piles of mince pies
And leftover steak

Chocolate wrappers
With wrapping on the floor
And you wonder what caused
That scratch on the door

At least you’ve got work
To go to tomorrow
Though that is a thought
That also brings sorrow

Wouldn’t it be nicer
To have more bank holidays
When the days are much longer
With warming sun’s rays

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