and then all of a sudden it was Sunday
as if hidden away behind Saturday night.
I’ll sleep until the church bells ring
put on my Sunday best, a
two piece pinstripe, three if
you count the vest
( it’s waistcoat you waster, someone says )
Sundays bring the cleverness out in every
Tom, Dick and.
carry me off to a day long ago
where the right hand didn’t know
what the left would not show
or vice versa.
It’s later than it used to be
or is it me?
© 2018, John Smallshaw.