The Rotherhithe tunnel

It takes cement
to make a gent
and
I’ve been chewing bricks
since nineteen fifty six
that’s an awful lot of brick dust.

They say, needs must when the Devil rides,
time and tides and other adages that make
no sense to me.

I always
listen carefully,
but it’s in one ear and out
the other.

Learning is not my disability,
the ability to unlearn is what
unnerves me

and it’s Saturday
I should be out at play
but
I’m going to work to
pay my tax
so
some idle swine on
easy street can sit back
and relax.

He’s in a shaft
and
they all laughed,
but
it wasn’t the
bottomless pit.

© 2017, John Smallshaw.