Oh fabulous, it’s Friday

what shall we do today?
first things first

let us pray
for the
the nurses
bad poets,
worse verses.

you can clap now or preferably
save your claps until Thursday.

Now what?
walk to the
the kitchen
the lounge,
back to the kitchen
looking to scrounge
a cookie or two,

coffee on the balcony
back to the bedroom
walking the corridor
thinking there’ll soon
be a groove in the floor,
back to the kitchen once more.

and it’s only early
not yet eight
what got me into
this terrible state
and how to escape?

© 2020, John Smallshaw.