Our Electricity Is Tired Today... Poem by Robin Pratt

It's grey
today
but it's May!

I awaken tired
frustratingly irksome
on a May Sunday.

I stumble down the stairs
in my sloppy slippers
to brew some cheering tea.

So grey
I switch on lights
so disappointing.

It is nearly
just as grey
what a frustrating day.

Tea complete
up to consult with Spouse
Is it grey in your eyes?

Yes tis
Don't like it
What to do.

Stay in our cocoons till noon
spoon and read with all lights sparkling
Then more tea and let's see...