6 June 2012
What is that?
Daylight my friend
Extended time
Is at an end
Body says
It feels like Monday
Head still reckons
That it's Sunday
It's what happens
Can only guess
With extra time
That we all mess
The only thing
You will find
Afraid it's back
To daily grind
Grey skies coming
Cold and wet
At least I've got
The Internet
So I can write
Things like this
Summertime?
Don't take the piss...
What • Opuss № I