The interrupt

Programmed to fail but the rogue programme sails on
into decimal places where few people have gone.

Is it that time already?, said Teddy,
who was going to a picnic with Yogi.

The answer on the street,
it’s time for us to meet

But it’s Thursday, exclaimed Friday
who was sat under a palm tree.

I woke in Tewkesbury and
who knows where that is.

it’s okay
I’m rearranging the signals
trying for better reception
and not going mental
as some would suggest.

© 2018, John Smallshaw.