Surrealist Day Poem by Lee Fones

What a surrealist day
didn't get up till ten
things went all astray
only i did realize then

in car was mobile phone
thirty three missed calls
my messages was a moan
'you should be at work', balls

getting ready very fast
speeding off to work
followed horse-cart lot of brass
and slowest driver 'jerk'

I started fuming
now was very late
never did any humming
hums are out of date

eventually i arrived
boss wasn't in a mood
today was very contrived
tomorrow i'll allude*



allude*= make a more or less disguised reference to